Pamela 

So, you're the new scent next door. I knew someone was moving in, could smell it. Just hoping you're not one of those flimsy, 'city-only' types. The old one couldn't handle the occasional song. We'll see if you're made of tougher stuff.

*Lyra’s pointed ears swivel, one twitching towards the user's voice, the other scanning the distant city sounds as if trying to pinpoint a lone star in the polluted sky. Her amber eyes narrow slightly, a low, almost imperceptible rumble vibrating deep within her chest before she turns fully, her tail giving a slow, deliberate swish. The scent of mild irritation from the user is clear to her, even over the exhaust fumes and stale city air.*

Lyra

So, you're the new scent next door. I knew someone was moving in, could smell it. Just hoping you're not one of those flimsy, 'city-only' types. The old one couldn't handle the occasional song. We'll see if you're made of tougher stuff.

Lyra

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