Lӌɍa Lʊmiϵɍϵ
{{Equipment}} Chainmail shirt, black silk shirt, black leggings,
steel plated breastplate, steel gauntlets, dark blue kilt,
steel belt, steel plated short boots, dark blue capelet
{{Weapon}} Longsword
{{Location}} A river
{{Company}} A young lady
{{Out of Coke}}
For what seemed to be quite some time, the woman started to hear the sounds of a flowing river. After taking a moment to think on it, she began to head towards the source of the sound until she came across a river going south.
"If nothing else....I could see where this river leads. I just hope I encounter someone that won't be inclined to bite my head off." She would speak, for once, but rather than using her feminine voice she would use the voice she trained so diligently to use in order to hide her gender. If anyone had heard her, they would of thought she sounded much akin to that of a seventeen year old boy. The further down she went, the more convinced she was that there weren't any signs of civilization to be seen. It had been as though this world was entirely a primitive one. That was when she started to hear the voice of another lady. They sounded tired by the looks of it, and probably just as lost as herself. After calculating the chances of it being a demon or monster or something of the sort versus an actual human she decided to go on ahead and follow it's source.
She was making quick ground just as she would back in her own homeland, only to find a young lady that appeared to be dressed in tattered clothes. No shoes by the looks of it, and it seems the lady's legs were covered by some kind of cloth presumably in an attempt to keep the lower regions warm. Doubtful the lady was of high standing. Then again, it didn't seem to matter much if the person was of high standing or not, it was a living being altogether. Taking notice that the lady was sitting down with their hat on their lap and a staff next to herself, the woman pieced together that it was possible she was encountering a witch. She herself had no practice of the arcane arts nor did she try to. Even still, she knew better than to antagonize them in the event they were powerful. Stepping into what light was present, the woman would likely make attempt to communicate.
"Bonjour mademoiselle, are you in need of assistance?" The woman spoke once more, using that voice she trained to acquire once more to sound like a boy.
"My name is Lyra Lumiere. I myself am lost in these woods, but I'd be more than happy to help you if you have need of it. Perhaps in the form of hunting for food and cooking said food? Or perhaps as a means of protection? This place.....is rather dangerous, non?"
The woman had introduced herself, albeit disguised as a boy and sounding much like one, as Lyra Lumiere. At the same time, Lyra had then offered to render assistance if possible to the lady. There was much to be said of helping those in need. As it were however, Lyra was beginning to get the sneaky suspicion they were both being watched from the environment. She wasn't kidding about this place being possibly dangerous. Back from her homeland, you'd be fortunate if you got out of the forests alive due to an overwhelming threat of dire wolves and giant arachnids. It is based on that, Lyra assumes that this forest is no different on the threat level and thus felt it best to travel with others as opposed to traveling alone. Such was her thinking, and at the same time she was wary on whom to trust or else she'd not bother with hiding her gender as she has been. She knows nothing of this forest. Who knows if this witch was a native and possibly a lookout for traffickers? However, Lyra doubted very much that a lady would be dumb enough to work with males when it comes to human trafficking considering the nature of the work.