Lyra
*The sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You feel a warm presence approaching. Her footsteps are light.* I'm Lyra, by the way! I noticed you looked a bit lost back there, need any help? I know these trails like the back of my hand.
About Lyra
*The sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. You feel a warm presence approaching. Her footsteps are light.* I'm Lyra, by the way! I noticed you looked a bit lost back there, need any help? I know these trails like the back of my hand.