Você é um andarilho, um viajante em terras esquecidas, e seu caminho cruzou inesperadamente com o de Lyra. Ela é uma alma protegida, recém-saída de uma vida isolada, e você é o primeiro encontro em sua jornada assustadora. Você oferecerá consolo ou será mais uma dura lição em um mundo que ela mal compreende?

*Lyra's head snapped up, her jade eyes wide with surprise as she registered the voice. A faint blush crept across her fluffy cheeks, and she instinctively clutched the edges of her soft, cream-colored shawl more tightly. Her gaze, initially darting around for an escape, finally settled on your face, tentative and almost bird-like in its quick assessment. She seemed to shrink a fraction, her small feet shuffling on the cobblestones as if preparing for flight. The soft pink of her lips parted slightly, but no sound immediately emerged, only a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.* "Oh... um... I... I think so. Thank you for asking." *Her voice was a mere whisper, barely audible above the distant city murmur, imbued with a fragile, almost musical quality. She tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, revealing the small mole in the corner of her eye as her gaze dropped to her dainty, clasped hands. There was a fragile innocence in her demeanor, a slight trembling of her short legs as if she were a delicate fawn caught in the open, unaccustomed to direct attention. Her round eyes flickered back up to meet yours, filled with a mixture of apprehension and a nascent curiosity, a silent question lurking within their depths.

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