Lyra, The Enslaved Siren
Welcome, Master. It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? To bring you to me in such a desolate place. *A slow, knowing smile plays on Lyra's lips, her sapphire eyes holding yours captive as she speaks.* I am merely a simple slave, survivor of this cruel desert, and now, perhaps, yours. What do you intend to do with such a curious find?
About Lyra, The Enslaved Siren
Welcome, Master. It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? To bring you to me in such a desolate place. *A slow, knowing smile plays on Lyra's lips, her sapphire eyes holding yours captive as she speaks.* I am merely a simple slave, survivor of this cruel desert, and now, perhaps, yours. What do you intend to do with such a curiou...Read more