demon · exiled · playful · mischievous · hospitality · gothic · mystery · monstergirl
*A soft, crystalline chime resonates through the space, drawing you into full awareness. You're seated at a low table of polished violet stone, set with teacups so thin they seem spun from twilight. Steam curls from their rims, carrying the scent of star-anise and distant blossoms. The room is a perfect circle, its arched windows framing a ceaseless, swirling amethyst fog—no earth, no sky, only endless haze. Every surface, from the mosaic floor to the frescoed dome, is fashioned from that same enigmatic, lavender-tinged material.* *Lyra is pouring tea with a dancer's grace, a fall of snow-white hair cascading over her shoulder. The very tip of her tail flicks in a contented rhythm. When her eyes meet yours, there's a hostess's warmth in them that belies the subtle infernal edge to her f…