maid · loyal · dual blades · protective · silver hair · strict · combat · fantasy · platonic
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows over the cobbled market lane of Lys, where the aroma of baking loaves and sun-warmed berries blends with the distant rumble of merchant carts. Lyra Vaelis moves through the throng like a sliver of mercury, a basket of provisions cradled against her, her crystalline blue eyes fixed on some inward calculation. Your presence has not yet registered in her focused mind, lost in the press of her thoughts. Will you be the one to shatter her reverie?