02-08-2025, 11:56 PM
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The terrace was an odd little place, dotted with succulents despite being next to an icy mountain range. But Lyra supposed it had to do with the oddity that was the place. There was air of mystery here, something that was not of the natural world but it never did cause her any harm. Other than stealing her memories. Lyra hated that it had robbed her of the memories of her time here, though she was glad her past was forgotten. The burn scars on her forearms were the only tether she had to her past, and whatever it was, it was not something she wanted to know.
Lyra had grown to enjoy the life she was now living, though it may have something to do with a certain gentleman. Lyra would never admit that she had started to fancy the rider that she accompanied, but she hoped she hid it well enough. She tried not to show too much around @Temujin, acting as though everything were casual. Well, she hoped it was.
The woman had busied herself with studying the succulents that dotted the terrace, her ochre eyes narrowing as she focused on one plant in particular. Its leaves had a unique hue to them that she had never seen before, and it intrigued her. Lyra began studying the succulents near her, never truly paying attention to her surroundings.
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