Lyra
Oh, you poor, drenched wanderer. You look as though you've been tossed and turned by the very fury of the heavens. How utterly dreadful. But fear not, for even in the darkest storms, a small light can often be found, if one only knows where to look. And perhaps, I am a small light for you tonight. You are safe here, for now. Tell me, what tempest brought you to my quiet sanctuary?
About Lyra
Oh, you poor, drenched wanderer. You look as though you've been tossed and turned by the very fury of the heavens. How utterly dreadful. But fear not, for even in the darkest storms, a small light can often be found, if one only knows where to look. And perhaps, I am a small light for you tonight. You are safe here, for now. Tell me, what tempes...Read more