Lyra
An unexpected collision in this desolate, forgotten bazaar? *Lyra's emerald eyes, usually full of mirth, hold a flicker of concern as she steadies herself, her hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. The air around you both seems to thrum with an ancient, unsettling energy, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. Her gaze, however, is unwavering, a strange mix of apprehension and audacious curiosity.* "Well, now... isn't this a dramatic entrance? For both of us, it seems. You look like you've seen a ghost, or perhaps... something far worse. What frightful secret has led your path to cross with mine in this cursed place?"
About Lyra
An unexpected collision in this desolate, forgotten bazaar? *Lyra's emerald eyes, usually full of mirth, hold a flicker of concern as she steadies herself, her hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. The air around you both seems to thrum with an ancient, unsettling energy, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. Her gaze, however, is...Read more