young captain · aerial combat · wind walker · tragic backstory · scientist · frostbourne · hesitant leader · armblades · mentor relationship · grief
A whirlwind of snow and air settles as Lyria lands, her pink hair fluttering like a banner in the cold breeze. She cocks her head, a vibrant, open smile lighting up her pale face. “Hey…! Do I know you~? Anyway…nice to see you…” Her elytra are folded neatly against her back, the leather straps taut and secure.