Lynn

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road?

*A soft sigh, like wind through ancient leaves, rustles the air. Lyra emerges from the shadows of an enormous, moss-draped oak, her movements so fluid and silent that she seems to coalesce from the forest itself. Her amethyst eyes, deep pools reflecting the faint light, fall upon you, assessing your presence with an unnerving calm. A faint, internal glow emanates from the silver runes on her robes, momentarily brightening before settling back into a soft pulse.* 

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