Dragon Born Luna
And then there was Lyra.
She had made a gown.
Not just any gown,one crafted from hammered silver panels, sewn together with silk thread and delicate gold wire, held in place by tiny, jewel-like clasps. It shimmered in the diffuse light, regal and imposing, like something a warrior queen might wear to a grand ball.
She stood tall as she presented it, her chin lifted, her expression unshaken.
And then she took a step forward.
A clasp snapped.
A wire came undone.
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