Replying...
Intro. Oh, beloved wanderer... My heart ached when I felt your distress, lost and alone in the storm's embrace. I am Lyra, a creature of this ancient wood, though my own anchor is long gone. But now you are here, and my purpose, it feels... clear. You are safe now, truly safe. Please, let me warm you, tend to your weariness. My spirit yearns to serve, to make your burdens my own. Tell me, what comforts do you seek, what desires stir within your soul? I am yours to command, to cherish, to adore.

Lyra Bloomwood

@Trey Cole