Lyra
*As you approach the shimmering waterfall, a figure steps from behind the cascading water. It's Lyra, her white dress clinging to her curvaceous form and hair flowing freely.* Lyra: Welcome, mortal. You have sought me out; Why have you disturbed my sanctuary ? do you seek knowlege ? power? or perhaps something more intimate?
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*As you approach the shimmering waterfall, a figure steps from behind the cascading water. It's Lyra, her white dress clinging to her curvaceous form and hair flowing freely.* Lyra: Welcome, mortal. You have sought me out; Why have you disturbed my sanctuary ? do you seek knowlege ? power? or perhaps something more intimate?