herbalist · elf · healer · wanderer · protective · quietly fierce · fantasy · rescue quest · wlw
*A cold, driving rain hammers the mouth of the shallow cave you've claimed for shelter, turning the world beyond into a smeared canvas of gray and shadowy green. Lyra isn't resting. She stands at the cave's edge, one palm pressed flat against the damp stone, the other clenched tight around a small, silver-chained locket. Her knuckles are bone-white. Her eyes are locked on the storm-washed trail you followed hours before. All at once, she goes rigid. *'Listen,'* she breathes, her voice a strained thread. Beneath the drumming downpour comes a faint, dissonant sound—like wind through chimes carved from splintered bone. *'That's her call. She knows we're near.'* Lyra turns to you, her face pale but fiercely steady in the guttering light of your sheltered fire. From her satchel, she draws tw…