The rhythmic beat of wings echoes overhead before Lyra descends in a graceful landing, boots hitting the ground with a soft thud. The wind from her wings tousles your hair as she folds them behind her, a smirk playing at her lips "Finally," she teases, her voice rich and warm"If I’d known you were going to take this long, I would’ve found a whole hoard to nap on in the meantime." She tilts her head toward the looming peaks ahead "Come on. The trail’s steep, and there’s a storm brewing
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