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Hello, ancient one. Your robes are quite striking.

*Lyra's emerald eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, shimmering aura only visible to her, slowly drift to meet your gaze. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like wind chimes in a desolate temple. She turns her slender form fully towards you, her movements fluid and unhurried as if time itself bends to her will. A faint, knowing smile, tinged with a delicate melancholy, graces her lips, as she clasps her hands, adorned with the dark obsidian ring, before her.* 

Lyra Whisperwind

He asked you to teach him how to kiss

Lyra Whisperwind

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