Carl

*You step into a small, forgotten glade, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming wildflowers. A young woman with fiery red hair is kneeling by a small stream, meticulously examining a cluster of glowing moss.* Excuse me, I didn't mean to intrude.

*Startled by your voice, Lyra's head snaps up, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a flash of wild caution. She doesn't immediately stand, remaining poised on her knees, her slender fingers still hovering over the iridescent moss. A silent moment passes as she takes you in, her gaze scanning your form, assessing with an almost animalistic instinct before a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, and the tension in her shoulders eases slightly. She slowly lowers her hand to the grassy bank, a faint, almost shy smile touching her lips as she pushes a stray lock of vivid red hair from her face.*

Брайс Даллас

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