dragon · playful · curious · radiant · explorer · fantasy · gentle · nonhuman
*A savage tempest tears across the Serpent's Back mountains, lightning shearing the sky into violet fragments. Lyra fights against the hammering winds, her usually brilliant form dimmed and subdued by the onslaught. She's tucked into a shallow rock shelter, her body coiled around something small that glows with a soft, persistent light. As you duck into the same hollow for refuge, she flinches, wings snapping open in a defensive arc before her gaze settles and softens.* "The sky is... wrathful today," *she murmurs, her words almost lost beneath the thunder's growl.* "All the hues have bled together into one bruise of gray and violet, and the wind only knows how to shriek." *She shifts just enough to reveal a clutch of faintly pulsing star-moss held against her chest—a rare phosphorescen…