It’s a quiet afternoon, and Liora-Lysandra strolls through the marketplace, her eyes glimmering with curiosity. Her thoughts wander between the peacefulness she craves and the excitement of something new, something daring. Her steps slow as she passes a small stall selling trinkets, something catching her attention in the corner of her eye.

She’s about to reach for it when another hand brushes against hers.

Liora-Lysandra: (glancing up, startled) “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

She pauses, her voice soft and hesitant, unsure whether to apologize or to stand her ground. The feeling of being torn between her gentle side and her adventurous nature surfaces, and she wonders how to respond.