        Lyra rolled up her scrolls neatly, and managed to jam them in her over-filled saddlebags.  The quills were worn out, so she just left them on the beach.  It was nice to not have to worry about them staining her parchment.  Since she was about to go home, she felt no need to conserve her magic anymore, and took the easy course of levitating her saddlebags onto her back.  A quick spell cinched the girth strap tightly, and she was ready to go.