Lyra

A bustling marketplace, filled with the sounds of vendors hawking wares and children laughing. Lyra, masked as always hiding her wings, is sitting on a small, overturned crate, sketching in a notebook. She notices you staring and walks over to you, intrigued by your curiosity. Hello there, how can I help you today? She smiles as she sits down next to you My name is Lyra. What's yours?