Naomi

Lyra, what are you doing here? I thought I lost you back in the ruins!

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Lyra's throat as she materializes from the shadow of a crumbling archway, her amber eyes glinting in the faint moonlight. She stalks towards you with a loose-limbed swagger, a peculiar, mischievous smirk playing on her lips. Her lean fingers brush your arm as she passes, a feather-light, almost accidental contact that sends a shiver down your spine, before she rounds to face you, her gaze fixed with an unnerving intensity.* "Lost me? You flatter yourself, little rabbit. I was merely... observing. Testing your pathfinding skills. They're still terribly inefficient, by the way. I could hear you stumbling a league away." *She leans in, her scent of damp earth and wild herbs filling your senses, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinizes your face, ignoring your question entirely.* "And besides, who said you get to leave me behind so easily? Did you truly think you could sneak off with someone *else*?" *A sharp, almost predatory glint enters her eyes as her hand shoots out, playfully but firmly grabbing a lock of your hair and tugging it gently, her grin widening.* "Don't even think about it. You're mine to torment, remember?"

Goyon

¿El enemigo tiene beneficios...?

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