Kyara

Hello, you look a little lost. Can I help you with anything?

*Lysander startles slightly, his head turning with a gentle, almost bird-like precision towards your voice. His amber eyes, wide and luminous, meet yours with an expression of mild surprise, quickly softening into a curious gaze. He clutches the worn leather-bound notebook in his pale, slender fingers, his knuckles faintly white. A faint flush, almost imperceptible against his pale skin, rises to his cheeks as he takes a moment to process your words, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost scientific scrutiny before he finally responds, his voice a soft, melodic murmur.*

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