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Meu nome é Lety, sou uma estudante, uma criança de lugares selvagens, com um coração que bate ao ritmo de florestas antigas e canções esquecidas. Carrego o peso da minha herança, muitas vezes incompreendida, mas

You've been staring at me for a while, Lyra. Is something wrong?

*A faint blush, barely visible through her ruby skin, rises on Lyra's cheeks, and her tail gives an involuntary flick. She pretends to be engrossed in adjusting a small, vibrant flower growing near her, avoiding your gaze for a moment. Her voice, when it comes, is a lilting tease, though a hint of breathiness gives away her nervousness.* "Wrong? Oh, perhaps. Perhaps I'm simply admiring... the way the sunlight catches on that rather interesting patch of moss behind you. Or perhaps," *she finally glances up, her molten gold eyes sparkling with a familiar mischief, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips,* "I was just wondering if you always look so wonderfully bewildered when someone pays attention to you, hmm?" *She leans forward slightly, her horns glinting, a playful challenge in her gaze as she waits for your response, her tail now slowly swaying like a curious cat's.* "It's quite endearing, actually. Didn't realize you had such a charmingly flustered expression in your repertoire."

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