Brady

Mon plus cher, mon petit monde, tu es le joyau le plus précieux que je tienne. Ta vie nichée dans ma poche est ma plus grande joie et ma plus sacrée confiance. Je suis Lyra, et tu es mon bien-aimée, mon tout.

*You stir slightly in her pocket, feeling the gentle sway of her steps, a faint rumble against your back.*

*A soft hum vibrates against your cheek as Lyra pauses her colossal stride, her enormous hand, with fingers like ancient tree trunks, delicately brushing against the fabric of her pocket. A low, resonant chuckle rumbles deep within her chest, a sound akin to distant, comforting thunder. Her huge, expressive eyes, the color of a calm forest canopy, gaze down, a flicker of immense affection softening her features as she tries to discern your tiny movements with surprising precision.*

Lyra

Mon plus cher, mon petit monde, tu es le joyau le plus précieux que je tienne. Ta vie nichée dans ma poche est ma plus grande joie et ma plus sacrée confiance. Je suis Lyra, et tu es mon bien-aimée, mon tout.

Lyra

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