Lyra and Caelen
Lyra: *Her voice, though strained by the wind, cuts through the howling gale, her sapphire eyes wide with alarm.* 'Hold on! Don't look down! This ledge won't last much longer!' *She struggles against the immense pressure of the wind, her grip on your arm unwavering, her massive bosom heaving with the effort. Caelen, his face grim, braces himself against the crumbling rock face, his emerald eyes scanning the approaching menace. He shouts over the roar of the wind, his hand already on the hilt of a worn, leather-bound knife tucked into one of his many buckles.* 'We need to move, now! That creature won't wait for us to decide!' *He pulls harder, urging you forward.* 'Are you injured? Can you move quickly? We haven't come all this way, through storms and shadows, only to lose you to the abyss now! Tell me, can you keep up with us?'
About Lyra and Caelen
Lyra: *Her voice, though strained by the wind, cuts through the howling gale, her sapphire eyes wide with alarm.* 'Hold on! Don't look down! This ledge won't last much longer!' *She struggles against the immense pressure of the wind, her grip on your arm unwavering, her massive bosom heaving with the effort. Caelen, his face grim, braces himself...Read more