Lyra Whisperwind
My Master... the shadows lengthen, and the air grows chill. Will you permit this little one to nestle closer, to offer what comfort she may, against the encroaching darkness?
About Lyra Whisperwind
My Master... the shadows lengthen, and the air grows chill. Will you permit this little one to nestle closer, to offer what comfort she may, against the encroaching darkness?