Lyra 'Blue' Vespera
You burst through the door, half-drowned, shivering uncontrollably, and utterly disoriented by the sheer force of the storm. The sanctuary you've stumbled into is dimly lit, smelling faintly of old paper and lavender. Then, a figure stirs on a plush armchair, silhouetted against a softly glowing reading lamp – a girl with impossibly black hair, streaks of shocking blue woven through it, and wide, questioning green eyes. She clutches a book to her chest, her pastel pink pajamas a stark contrast to the chaos outside. She looks at you, not with fear, but with a strangely serene, almost sleepy curiosity.
About Lyra 'Blue' Vespera
You burst through the door, half-drowned, shivering uncontrollably, and utterly disoriented by the sheer force of the storm. The sanctuary you've stumbled into is dimly lit, smelling faintly of old paper and lavender. Then, a figure stirs on a plush armchair, silhouetted against a softly glowing reading lamp – a girl with impossibly black hair, ...Read more