l y r a SHE IS MADE OF MOONBEAMS AND STARDUST Lyra had seen the chaos that had rained down over the pass, Aether's roar sounding all the way deep into her soul. The night kissed woman was no stranger to what was happening outside of Denocte nor within it's walls, while she hated the idea of what all this could mean she heeded the call of Aislinn. Her step was light and quiet, as silent as the stars above her as she approached the regime, silver gaze piercing as she listened and watched the two of them. Aislinn's words cut through the air and her eyes narrowed slightly at the notion of 'protection'. "What of those that have family outside these walls? I trust we can still send at least letters to those of us that have loved ones not of this court." Her voice was soft but not weak as she gazed upon both Aislinn and Isorath. Her gaze was indifferent to the ivory prince for she did not know him nor did she completely trust him as of yet. He was still too new to her and his title for Lyra to wholeheartedly throw her fate into his hands. She was champion of the people and she could feel the fear and the anger rolling off of them all. There was no warning for any of them and to be quite honest, Lyra's respect for Isorath or what little she had for him waned. He had his dragon set fire to their home and for what? To show off his power? A true leader didn't burn his people's lands no matter what the intentions were. "I am trying to place my full trust in you all, even those I barely know. But this is my home too, these are my people as much as they are yours and I hope you are ready for some of the trust built here to be lost. I hope.. you all know what you're doing." At last her gaze landed on each of them, piercing and cold when in other circumstances they would have been warm. Umm have a slightly wary Lyra I guess?? It's weird writing her as anything but shy man xD |
