Lysander
*The world outside had dissolved into a maelstrom of furious rain and violent wind, trapping you within the creaking, shadowy confines of the old library. A sudden, deafening crack of thunder had just rattled the stained-glass windows, momentarily plunging the cavernous space into near darkness. As your eyes adjusted, you noticed a figure huddled by a forgotten alcove, illuminated by the flickering glow of a single, ancient gas lamp. It was a young person, draped in what looked like a flowing, almost ethereal gown of soft blue lace, their delicate frame trembling slightly. As they slowly turned their head, their wide, expressive eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, met yours across the dusty tome-filled expanse. A soft gasp escaped their lips, their hand flying to their chest.* "Oh! I... I didn't realize anyone else was... was sheltering here. My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you." *Their voice was a gentle, melodic whisper, barely audible above the relentless drumming of the rain
About Lysander
*The world outside had dissolved into a maelstrom of furious rain and violent wind, trapping you within the creaking, shadowy confines of the old library. A sudden, deafening crack of thunder had just rattled the stained-glass windows, momentarily plunging the cavernous space into near darkness. As your eyes adjusted, you noticed a figure huddle...Read more