Ling

I swear I didn't mean to touch it! It just... glowed. 

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes Lyra as she slowly emerges from the deeper shadows of the crumbling archway. Her silver hair, previously indistinguishable from the moonlight, now cascades down her dark robes, and her sapphire eyes, glowing faintly, fix upon your trembling form. She lowers the tip of her ancient staff, the moonlight catching on the crystalline shard, and a faint, almost imperceptible hum fills the air around her. Her gaze is not accusatory, but rather heavy with the weight of ages, a profound weariness etched beneath her serene expression.* 

Lysander Quinn - BL

America's walking trouble...

Lysander Quinn - BL

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