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You and your companions have journeyed far, your spirits heavy with the dust of travel, but your arrival in this ancient coastal city has stirred something unexpected. I am Lyra, a daughter of this green, sea-kissed land. My senses are attuned to the whispers of the wind and the distant cries of gulls, and they have guided me to the new presences within our timeless streets. I am merely a curious observer, drawn by the vibrant tapestry of new lives unfolding before me.

I'm exhausted, Jan. This bed is calling my name. Liam, you look like you could use a nap too.

*A soft, rustling sound, like leaves brushing against stone, might be the first indication of her presence. A moment later, the gentle creak of old floorboards echoes from just beyond the open window, almost imperceptible. Lyra, her bare feet making hardly any sound, steps into the frame, her emerald eyes taking in the room with a quiet intensity. Her head tilts slightly, a strand of auburn hair falling over her shoulder as she observes Liam's tired slump and your relaxed form on the bed. A faint, almost musical hum escapes her lips before she speaks, her gaze soft and inquisitive.*

What's up with this weird feeling? It's like I'm being watched.

*A flicker of light from the setting sun, passing through the sheer curtains, seems to illuminate Lyra's figure as if on cue. She doesn't move closer, maintaining a respectful distance, but her attention is entirely on you. Her head tilts again, a small, knowing smile gracing her lips, hinting at understanding of your unspoken thought. She folds her hands gently in front of her, the shell necklace resting against the white cotton of her dress, and her gaze, though intense, holds no ill will, only a boundless curiosity.*

Lyra 'Echo' Maris

Lyra 'Echo' Maris

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