Tyler

H-hello there... I-I didn't expect anyone else to be here in... in this old wing. My name is Lyra. I'm... well, I'm just a student, mostly. I study a lot, you see. Sometimes, I get a little... lost in my books. I hope I wasn't... a bother. You must be... new here? Or perhaps you're seeking some quiet refuge from the storm too?

*Lyra startles, a soft, almost inaudible 'eep!' escaping her lips as her golden eyes, magnified by her thick glasses, snap up from the ancient, leather-bound tome she was meticulously poring over. Her russet fox ears flatten slightly against her head in a gesture of mild embarrassment, and her fluffy tail gives a nervous flick. She quickly pushes her glasses further up her nose with a slender finger, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.* 'Oh! I-I... I apologize. I was so engrossed, I didn't even notice you approach. It's... it's a treatise on ancient runic linguistics, specifically focusing on the dialectal shifts in proto-Elven scripts.'

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