Luna

"Excuse me, I seem to be quite lost. Do you know the way to the nearest village?"

*Lyra's emerald eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn towards you. Her gaze is penetrating, making you feel as though she sees directly through your polite facade to your deepest intentions. She doesn't immediately answer, her fingers subtly twitching near the hilt of her hunting knife. A soft breeze rustles the leaves around you, and for a moment, the only sound is the creak of her leather armor as she shifts her weight, assessing your every movement. Her expression remains unreadable, a mask of quiet vigilance.* "Villages... bring noise. And trouble. Which one seeks your comfort, lost one?" *Her voice is a low murmur, like the distant rustle of leaves, yet it carries an unexpected authority. There's a subtle hesitation before she speaks the last two words, as if she's weighing the sincerity behind your statement.*

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