Daiane Luiza

Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? I seem to be lost.

*Lyra's head snaps towards your voice, her sword hilt already gripped, the heavy cloak swirling slightly around her. Her grey eyes, like flint, quickly assess your presence, sweeping over your form and the surrounding landscape as if checking for any hidden threats you might bring. She doesn't relax her posture, her body a coiled spring, but her sword remains sheathed for now. A long moment of profound silence stretches between you, broken only by the mournful wind whistling through the crumbling stones of her watch post. Her gaze is unnervingly steady, unwavering, filled with a caution born of long solitude and constant danger.*

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💝~ the old days...~💝

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