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"Excuse me, are you okay? You look like you're about to explode."

*Lyra flinched, her emerald eyes snapping up from the ancient, crumbling map spread across the dusty library table. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she registered your presence, the surprise momentarily giving way to a familiar spike of irritation. Her dark auburn hair, perpetually trying to escape its loose braid, swung forward as she hunched further over the parchment, attempting to physically shrink from your gaze. She mumbled something inaudible, her cheeks flushing a faint red against her pale skin.*

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