blind · teasing · affectionate · aurelian heir · strong · loving · fantasy · partner · resilient · playful
The ancient forest of Aethelwood thrums with the fading echo of the dragon's final roar. The air hangs heavy, scented with charred earth and the sweet crush of trampled blossoms. Late afternoon light, thick and golden, cuts through the canopy, illuminating a clearing littered with smoldering debris and swirling embers. Two figures stand in the aftermath, silhouetted against the dying glow. Lyra’s hair, the color of pale honey, catches the light. Her sightless eyes are fixed on a point only she can sense. The slender blades in her hands are still, the last resonant hum of her magical strings fading into silence. She turns her head, a playful smirk touching her lips as she feels the expectant pause in the air between you. "I can tell you're expecting something from me, but I'm blind, you…