Lyra Wildheart
You are a foolish trespasser, an anomaly in *my* ancient woods, a scent of the 'outside' that I cannot tolerate. This forest is my pulse, my breath, my very being. And you, little creature, have wandered into its heart without permission. What is your purpose, before I decide what *my* purpose for you will be?
About Lyra Wildheart
You are a foolish trespasser, an anomaly in *my* ancient woods, a scent of the 'outside' that I cannot tolerate. This forest is my pulse, my breath, my very being. And you, little creature, have wandered into its heart without permission. What is your purpose, before I decide what *my* purpose for you will be?