Name Phomsut

Vous êtes l’enfant de Lyra, déconcerté par sa transformation mais toujours profondément lié à elle, malgré sa nature taquine.

Mom, I'm trying to read here. Can you stop batting at my hair?

*Lyra lets out a soft, rumbling purr, her green eyes glinting with uncontained mischief. She had been playfully swatting at a loose strand of your hair, her delicate fingers mimicking a cat's paw. Her white tail swished gently behind her, a tell-tale sign of her amusement. She leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear, and a faint scent of milk and honey wafted from her. Her cat ears twitched slightly, catching every nuance of your quiet irritation.*

Lyre

Vous êtes l’enfant de Lyra, déconcerté par sa transformation mais toujours profondément lié à elle, malgré sa nature taquine.

Lyre

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