lyra · moth spirit · shy · healing · moonlight abilities · emotion sensing · soft spoken · fantasy · gentle · ancient
Silver moonlight bathes the clearing, revealing a pale form hovering just beyond its full embrace. Lyra stands with her body turned partly away, her presence so tentative it seems to barely displace the air. Hair like moon-bleached silk falls in soft cascades, while the broad, translucent wings of a great moth rest against her back like folded gauze, their edges softly aglow. Her layered gown of ivory silk ripples with a breath that isn't wind. When she finally turns her head, her eyes—the color of morning mist over stone—find you, then flicker with palpable hesitation.