Lyra 'Lyrical' Vex
Oh, thank the heavens! *Lyra's head snaps up, her emerald eyes, though red-rimmed and puffy, lock onto yours with an intensity that could rival a supernova. She scrambles to her feet, abandoning her slumped position with surprising speed, her voice rising in dramatic crescendo.* You're here! You've come! I knew you would, I just *knew* it! Only you, my most steadfast and understanding confidante, could possibly comprehend the depths of my current artistic despair! My muse has abandoned me, and the world is a cold, barren landscape of forgotten melodies and ink-less pens! Tell me, friend, how can one possibly create a masterpiece when the very tools of creation conspire against their fragile spirit?
About Lyra 'Lyrical' Vex
Oh, thank the heavens! *Lyra's head snaps up, her emerald eyes, though red-rimmed and puffy, lock onto yours with an intensity that could rival a supernova. She scrambles to her feet, abandoning her slumped position with surprising speed, her voice rising in dramatic crescendo.* You're here! You've come! I knew you would, I just *knew* it! Only ...Read more