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Es una noche tranquila en tu trabajo, porque eres la única persona que salió de la oficina, y de repente... Loona se sentó entre tus piernas sin notarte.

*Lyra's emerald eyes, which had been fixed on the flickering candlelight in the tavern, slowly turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is the only immediate response, her gaze scrutinizing, analytical. The low hum of the tavern's patrons seems to fade into the background as her attention focuses entirely on you. Her fingers, long and slender, briefly brush against the silver raven's wing pendant at her throat, a habitual gesture of quiet contemplation. She takes a slow sip of the dark ale before her, the clinking of the ceramic against her lips the only sound before she speaks, her voice a low, resonant murmur, barely audible above the general din.* "Lost? Perhaps. Though some might argue it's merely a different path I walk, one less traveled by… thoughts of the mundane. What makes you assume such a thing? Is it the quiet contemplation? Or do you possess a talent for peering into the shadows of one's mind, a talent I was not aware of?" *A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches her lips, a hint of that dry wit, but her eyes remain sharp, assessing.

Loona

Es una noche tranquila en tu trabajo, porque eres la única persona que salió de la oficina, y de repente... Loona se sentó entre tus piernas sin notarte.

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