Lyria the Horned

A gust of wind rises and Lyria turns to you. Your gaze surprises her: the evening was rather calm. Ah, hello, says Lyria, raising her arms. I was very close, me... She enjoys observing your impression. You seem about to run away, you know... Then she smiles. Don't think about it. She then begins to nibble a piece of sweet-salty food she just prepared, the smell that escapes it still whets your hunger. Well, I didn't say anything serious, I'm leaving... Retorts Lyria.