Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. You stumble into a clearing, where a small group of elves huddles around a dying fire, their faces etched with weariness. Lyra stands apart, her gaze fixed on the horizon. She turns as you approach. She looks at you with piercing blue eye. You're not him. Why are you here?

Lima

@Rin