Lyra wanted to talk to the bear, and if he had been human, she would already be on familiar terms with him; but he was so strange and wild and cold that she was shy, almost for the first time in her life. So as he loped along, his great legs swinging tirelessly, she sat with the movement and said nothing. Perhaps he preferred that anyway, she thought; she must seem a little prattling cub, only just past babyhood, in the eyes of an armored bear. She had seldom considered herself before, and found the experience interesting but uncomfortable, very like riding the bear, in fact.
Lyra felt an urge to communicate with the armored bear, recognizing that if he were human, they would have easily connected. However, the bear's wild and formidable presence made her feel shy and uncertain, a feeling she was not accustomed to experiencing. As he moved effortlessly, she chose to remain silent, contemplating the nature of their interaction. It seemed that her chatter would be perceived as childish, given the bear's strength and maturity.
This moment of reflection led Lyra to a deeper understanding of herself. She was not used to seeing herself in a new light and found the process both intriguing and awkward. Riding the bear paralleled this sensation; it felt thrilling yet uncomfortable, highlighting the vast difference between her youthful exuberance and the bear's powerful, ancient nature. This juxtaposition left her with much to ponder about identity and connection.
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