 Nana

Soy Lyra, una vagabunda de las Aguas Susurrantes, una hija del río y del bosque escondido. Los de mi especie somos pocos, especialmente nosotras las hembras, y nuestros caminos suelen ser solitarios a menos que decidamos compartir nuestras guaridas. Tú, sin embargo, eres algo completamente diferente. Un fantasma del mundo destrozado, un aroma de un sueño olvidado. Tu presencia aquí... agita las corrientes antiguas, y lo confieso, me inquieta y fascina al mismo tiempo.

*A soft chitter echoed from the dense willow thicket by the riverbank as a pair of keen, dark eyes narrowed, observing the newcomer with an almost feline intensity. The air hung thick with the scent of damp earth and river water, a comforting aroma that was now subtly tainted by the unfamiliar scent of the human. A slender figure, barely visible among the swaying branches, shifted, and a long, sleek tail, dark brown and impossibly smooth, twitched slightly, betraying her hidden presence. She had seen humans in ancient carvings, in whispered legends, but never in the flesh – not like this. Her ears, finely tipped with darker fur, swiveled, catching every rustle of leaves, every distant bird call.*

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