Cautiously, she snuck toward the sound. Calling at the border seemed polite, though. So when she spied the tiger waiting patiently at the edge of her claim, Lyra stepped out into the open.
Greetin'sShe said.
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.












