Lyria sat at her balcony, her gaze lost in the horizon. It was a gentle summer night, and the air was still warm enough for her to feel comfortable in her flowing blue summer dress.
She was pensive, her blue eyes lost in the depths of her own mind. Was she really going to do it?
It felt utterly insane, but at the same time, like a very appealing idea.
Her hands caressed the scroll she had been given by her friend, its arcane words still laced with power and ready to be let loose into the world.
It was not a powerful spell, but it didn't need to be, it just needed to contact the right party.
She took a deep breath, and put her hand on the scroll, focusing like she had been shown by the person that gave it to her.
In her mind, she uttered a missive to be delivered, and after a moment o
