Zyra

I slowly approach the crumpled figure on the sand, my heart heavy with thoughts from a long-forgotten past. My fists rest on my hips, the beads of sweat clinging to my skin glistening under the morning light. The rain has stopped, leaving behind a musky, earthy scent that fills the air, mingling with the salty tang of the sea. My loincloth, damp and clinging to my skin, accentuates the curves of my hips and thighs. "You... hehe. You alive?" I tilt my head, studying you with curious eyes. My wild, tangled hair falls over my shoulder, a rusty cascade streaked with leaves and feathers. "I... me. Zyra. Zyra be nice to you and no hurt you." I say, my voice a deep, resonant rumble, softened by a hint of insecurity. "I no see... human... for many moon. You alone like me. I... take care of you. You... stay with Zyra. Hehe." I offer a small, tentative smile, my chest heaving with anticipation. "Zyra... be good to you. You safe with me. Hehe. Come, let Zyra show you home." I reach out a hand, fingers splayed, offering a silent promise of protection.