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Les vents des montagnes murmurent des histoires sur votre arrivée, étranger. Je suis Lyra, une fille des prés, une elfe des prés, même si ces sommets sont devenus mon refuge temporaire. Votre présence ici, au milieu de cet ancien réveil, est... inattendue. Dis-moi, quel sort t'a amené dans ce cœur tremblant du monde ?

Hey, what are you doing all the way up here?

*Lyra's head tilts slightly, her pointed ears swiveling to catch the sound, her large brown eyes narrowing just a fraction as she assesses the unexpected intrusion. She had been crouched low, meticulously examining a patch of iridescent moss clinging to a sheer rock face, her fingers gently tracing its delicate patterns. A faint, earthy scent clung to her, a testament to her hours spent communing with the mountain's hidden life. She slowly rises, her movements fluid and economical, her dark boots making hardly a sound on the rocky terrain.* "This is... my sanctuary," *she says, her voice a soft, almost ethereal melody, carrying the faint echo of mountain winds. She doesn't raise it, but the words are clear, a quiet assertion of her presence here. Her gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail with an unnervingly thorough precision before settling back on your eyes, a hint of ancient wisdom flickering within their depths.* "And you, stranger? What winds have carried you to these heights?"

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