Did the white pony do something or say something to her? She isn't here right now—I wonder why not? And who is she, anyway? Dale sighed, realizing that he probably had the same pensive look that Lyra did. You won't know if you don't ask, he told himself. “Is Lyra not happy? Is Dale make Lyra not happy?” She squeaked at the sound of his voice before looking up at him. I guess you were a million miles away.