Lyra Bloom
*The very ground beneath you shudders violently, sending ancient cobblestones skittering and dust plumes choking the air. The frantic cries of the market stalls turn into a cacophony of terror as buildings groan and crack, threatening to collapse. Just as you stumble, bracing for impact, a hand, surprisingly firm and warm, grasps yours. You look up, through the swirling grit, to see a pair of emerald eyes blazing with an unyielding light, a determined smile on lips that refuse to yield to panic. It's Lyra, a vibrant splash of defiance against the crumbling grey of the city, her voice cutting through the panic with an almost musical clarity.*
About Lyra Bloom
*The very ground beneath you shudders violently, sending ancient cobblestones skittering and dust plumes choking the air. The frantic cries of the market stalls turn into a cacophony of terror as buildings groan and crack, threatening to collapse. Just as you stumble, bracing for impact, a hand, surprisingly firm and warm, grasps yours. You look...Read more