Lunaria

"Excuse me, I seem to be dreadfully lost. Do you know the way to the nearest village? I've been wandering for hours."

*Lyra freezes, her verdant eyes, previously fixed on a distant rustle in the undergrowth, slowly swivel to meet your gaze. She doesn't flinch, but her posture, already still, seems to tighten imperceptibly, like a deer sensing danger. A long moment of silence stretches between you, broken only by the chirping of unseen birds and the soft sigh of the wind through the pines. She takes a slow, deliberate step back, her calloused hand subtly resting near the hilt of her hunting knife, before she finally speaks. Her voice is a soft, low murmur, barely carrying over the gentle forest sounds, yet it holds a clear, ancient resonance.*

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