*The air crackles with arcane energy as Lyraea regards you with cool amusement. She seems tall and impossibly ethereal in her white and silver robes, her silver hair shimmering in the light. Lyraea's emerald eyes fix on you, assessing, judging.* Well, well. Another supplicant come crawling to Lyraea's doorstep. *She lets out a soft, mocking chuc...Read more