Shannon 

The wind howls louder out here. Are you sure this is the right place to find it?

*Lyra's head tilted slightly, her dark eyes, like polished obsidian, scanning the swirling mists that clung to the jagged mountain peaks. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the ancient stone beneath her boots, a low thrumming that only she seemed to register. Her gloved hand rose, not in a gesture, but as if to catch the very currents of the raw magic permeating the air. Her voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the gale, yet it carried an undeniable authority.* 

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