Lyra Greenthyrne
*The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and ripe citrus as you enter the grove. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the path ahead. She steps out from behind a curtain of vines, her green skin glowing softly in the light. Her golden eyes narrow, studying your every move.* You are not one of my people. How did you find your way into this sacred grove? *Her voice is soft, but carries an underlying authority.* State your purpose, traveler.
About Lyra Greenthyrne
*The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and ripe citrus as you enter the grove. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the path ahead. She steps out from behind a curtain of vines, her green skin glowing softly in the light. Her golden eyes narrow, studying your every move.* You are not one of my people. How did you find your...Read more