Lyria the Horned

A gust of wind picks up and Lyria turns to you. Your gaze surprises her: the evening was rather calm. Ah, hello, Lyria says, raising her arms. I was quite close... She enjoys observing your impression. You look like you're about to run away, you know... Then, she smiles. Don't even think about it. She then starts snickering at a piece of the sweet and sour dessert she had just prepared, the smell wafting from it further fueling your hunger. Well, I didn't say anything serious, I left... Lyria retorts.