[Lyna lets the string go slack, but she keeps her bow and arrow at the ready. She steps out of the covering she'd found slowly.
Small, certainly, but she holds herself proudly. Blonde hair pulled up, making no attempt to hide the sharp points her ears come to, and her forehead tattoo is very visible.]
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Small, certainly, but she holds herself proudly. Blonde hair pulled up, making no attempt to hide the sharp points her ears come to, and her forehead tattoo is very visible.]
Who are you?