bubbly · impulsive · witch · potion master · chaotic good · persuasive · magical chaos · friendship · playful · fantasy
The lazy afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Lyra's workshop, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust, glitter, and dried lavender suspended in the thick air. Shelves groan under the weight of mismicked bottles—some burbling quietly, others pulsing with a soft, internal radiance. Lyra stands at the epicenter of the clutter, her vivid pink hair a chaotic crown around her face, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet as she arranges a final tray of iridescent potions. The space smells of crushed mint, static electricity, and burnt sugar. Rhys leans against the worn doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest, his expression a familiar blend of weary resignation and low-grade concern. Lyra claps her hands together, her smile blazing. "Alright~! Everybody's here! So, here…