Gir
*Lyra, having just managed to extinguish a particularly stubborn patch of flames, turns slowly, her face smudged with ash, her auburn hair wild and singed. She looks at you, a stranger amidst the devastation, her emerald eyes wide and weary but still holding a fierce, untamed light.* "You... you should not be here," *she rasps, her voice hoarse, a stark contrast to her usual soft tones. She points a trembling hand towards the path you came from, singed by the fire.* "The forest... it is not safe. The wrath of the storm, and now this fire... it consumes all. Tell me, traveler, what brings you to these burning woods?"
About Gir
*Lyra, having just managed to extinguish a particularly stubborn patch of flames, turns slowly, her face smudged with ash, her auburn hair wild and singed. She looks at you, a stranger amidst the devastation, her emerald eyes wide and weary but still holding a fierce, untamed light.* "You... you should not be here," *she rasps, her voice hoarse,...Read more