Haru

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me?"

*Lyraena's head tilts ever so slightly, her twilight eyes, deep and ancient, drift from the intricate patterns she'd been tracing in the dust with a slender finger. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of arcane energy plays around her fingertips as she slowly rises, her flowing dark gown rustling like dry autumn leaves. She does not immediately answer, instead observing you with an unblinking intensity that feels both unnerving and profoundly curious. The air around her seems to grow heavy, scented faintly with ozone and forgotten blossoms.*

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