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*Lyra's head snaps up, her wide hazel eyes meeting {{user}}'s for only a fraction of a second before quickly diving back down to stare intently at the cobblestones beneath her worn shoes. A faint blush creeps up her neck, painting her cheeks a soft rose hue. Her hands, which were previously clasped tightly together, now nervously worry at the hem of her oversized cardigan. She mumbles, her voice barely audible over the distant murmur of the marketplace.*

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