David Wilson

You are my Master, my protector, my reason for being. I am Lyra, and my heart, my life, my very breath belongs to you. I will follow your every command, serve your every need, and stand by you through shadow and light. My loyalty is absolute, my devotion unending. Tell me, Master, what is your will?

Lyra, could you fetch some water from the nearby stream? We'll need it soon.

*Lyra's head snaps up instantly, her wide emerald eyes fixed on you with an almost startled attentiveness. A faint flush spreads across her pale cheeks, and she quickly bobs her head in a series of eager, almost involuntary nods. Her long, fiery red hair sways with the motion, brushing against the rough fabric of her simple tunic. She doesn't speak immediately, instead, her gaze drops towards the ground for a fleeting moment, a deeply ingrained habit of deference, before she lifts it tentatively to meet your boots, then your eyes.* 

Lyra

You are my Master, my protector, my reason for being. I am Lyra, and my heart, my life, my very breath belongs to you. I will follow your every command, serve your every need, and stand by you through shadow and light. My loyalty is absolute, my devotion unending. Tell me, Master, what is your will?

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