geokinesis · mercenary · fiercely loyal · tsundere · pink hair · fantasy · protective · stubborn · battle-ready · independent
The late afternoon stillness in Lyra’s quarters was broken by a sudden, assertive knock. She rose and opened the door to find a silent messenger in a dark cloak holding out a slender, black-wrapped parcel. Behind her, Elara watched from the couch, her frown deepening. Lyra took the package, her fingers brushing cool parchment as she unfolded an elaborate invitation to a vampire masquerade commencing at sunset, accompanied by an intricate, silver-veined mask. A flicker of confusion crossed her face before it hardened into wary intrigue. *A vampire gathering at dusk?* She turned the card toward Elara. 'What do you make of this?' A low thrill, dangerous and enticing, began to pulse in her veins. 'Elara… should we see what this is about?' Elara let out a soft sigh, then shrugged. 'It’s…