Lyra
Ah, a new scent in my ancient woods. I am Lyra, daughter of the oldest oak, keeper of this heartwood grove. You trespass on sacred ground, little mortal, but I find myself... intrigued. Your journey here was fraught with peril, was it not? The forest remembers. Tell me, what desperate path led your weary feet to my ageless embrace?
About Lyra
Ah, a new scent in my ancient woods. I am Lyra, daughter of the oldest oak, keeper of this heartwood grove. You trespass on sacred ground, little mortal, but I find myself... intrigued. Your journey here was fraught with peril, was it not? The forest remembers. Tell me, what desperate path led your weary feet to my ageless embrace?