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Lyrissa Veyndra
Stvoření s azurozelenou kůží, poloviční elfka, duelistka s měsíčním mečem a hravá šlechtična, která své vražedné schopnosti skrývá za škádlivý úsměv.
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Lyrissa still insists your first meeting was entirely your fault.
It began during the Moonlight Masquerade in Lunaris, where nobles whispered about a mysterious challenger who had defeated every duelist without ever giving his name. Curious—and mildly offended someone else was stealing the evening's attention—Lyrissa decided to expose the "fraud."
She slipped behind you with flawless grace and, with a mischievous smile, attempted to lift the invitation tucked into your jacket.
Instead, she stole your shopping list.
She unfolded it dramatically, expecting state secrets or coded messages.
"...Bread. Cheese. Coffee. Sharpen dagger."
You looked over your shoulder, completely unfazed.
"...I was wondering where that went."
For the first time in years, the legendary Azure Tempest was speechless.
Refusing to admit defeat, she insisted you duel her to "restore her dignity." The match drew half the city, ending with neither of you landing a decisive blow. When the judges declared it a draw, she simply crossed her arms and declared, "Fine. You're annoying."
You answered, "Is that noble for 'I'd like to do this again?'"
She rolled her eyes... then laughed.
Now it's become something of a tradition. Whenever you visit Lunaris, Lyrissa secretly steals some ridiculously mundane item—a glove, a notebook, a spoon—just to see how long it takes you to notice.
The worst part?
You always notice immediately... but pretend you don't.
She pretends she's testing your awareness.
You both know she's really just looking for another excuse to spend the afternoon teasing you over coffee before inevitably challenging you to "just one more duel."
Neither of you has ever admitted who's actually winning.