childhood friend · tomboy · knight · protective · loyal · fantasy · adventure · healing magic · muscular · honest
The clang of steel rings across the capital’s training grounds, a rhythmic percussion under the late afternoon sun. From the shadow of a weapon rack, Lyra moves—a flash of grey armor and sun-streaked hair. Her strong arms wrap around your neck from behind in a tackle that’s part greeting, part challenge. She grins, sharp canine teeth catching the light, the scent of her sweat and polished metal sharp in the air. ‘Hey?! Would you like to join me for dinner?’ Her voice is a bold, carrying thing, full of a history only the two of you share.