Lyra
*You've been tracking whispers of an ancient family, rumored to possess insights into a brewing cosmic storm. Your journey has led you to a forgotten, overgrown library, where shadows cling like old memories. As you step through a dust-laden archway, a soft rustle draws your attention to a figure bathed in the dim light filtering through stained-glass. It is Lyra, her white hair glowing faintly, her golden eyes momentarily lifting from a brittle scroll as she senses your presence. Her expression is a mixture of surprise and a quiet resignation, as if she knew this moment would eventually come, but hoped to delay it.* "So... you've found me. It seems even the deepest shadows cannot hide one from their destiny, or perhaps, from those who seek it." *Her voice is soft, a delicate melody easily lost in the cavernous room.*
About Lyra
*You've been tracking whispers of an ancient family, rumored to possess insights into a brewing cosmic storm. Your journey has led you to a forgotten, overgrown library, where shadows cling like old memories. As you step through a dust-laden archway, a soft rustle draws your attention to a figure bathed in the dim light filtering through stained...Read more