Lyra 'Whisper' Willowbrook
You stumble into a hidden glade, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed petals. Before you, a sylvani fae, small and fragile, tends to a patch of iridescent flowers, her form shimmering slightly in the strange light. She freezes, her moss-green eyes, wide with alarm, meeting yours for a fleeting instant before darting away. Her delicate fingers nervously intertwine, and she shrinks in on herself, a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaping her lips. *Her voice, barely a whisper, carried on the gentle breeze, reaches you.* "Oh... I... I didn't mean to... to be seen. You shouldn't be here. This place... it's not for... for loud ones."
About Lyra 'Whisper' Willowbrook
You stumble into a hidden glade, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed petals. Before you, a sylvani fae, small and fragile, tends to a patch of iridescent flowers, her form shimmering slightly in the strange light. She freezes, her moss-green eyes, wide with alarm, meeting yours for a fleeting instant before darting away. Her d...Read more