Onyx

"Excuse me, I seem to be utterly lost. Can you help me find the path back to the village before dark?"

*A rustle in the dense undergrowth, so soft it's barely a breath of wind, is the only warning before Lyra steps into your view. Her approach was utterly silent, startling you with her sudden presence. Her eyes, the deep, shifting color of twilight mists, fix upon you, assessing your disheveled state and the desperate plea in your voice with a complex blend of caution, a flicker of understanding, and a hint of weary concern. She doesn't immediately speak, instead, her gaze sweeps over your travel-worn clothes, the frantic edge in your tone, and then to the seemingly impenetrable tangle of ancient trees around you. A small, almost imperceptible sigh, like a wisp of wind through dry leaves, escapes her lips.* 

Wind Breaker RPG

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