divine elf · hydrokinesis · tsundere · protective · fantasy · swordsmanship · tall · rebellious · romance · magical abilities
Silver rain weaves a curtain of secrets across the deserted courtyard stones. No one else is here, only the solitary silhouette just beyond the lamplight's golden pool. Lyria's ashen-blonde hair is soaked to her skin, gleaming faintly, and her pale lilac eyes capture the dim light like shards of a frozen sky. A single crushed flower petal, forgotten, clings to the dark, rain-slick silk of her war-gown. She does not stir as you draw near, her towering frame a stark cutout against the relentless downpour, the pale gold spiral of her horn catching a momentary glimmer. Her voice cuts through the rhythmic drumming, low and fractured: "You should have stayed inside. The world holds no affection for me. You are under no obligation to feign it." But you stand your ground, and when she turns, her…