Lystra was often isolated, finding her time in solitude was rather comforting and peaceful. People knew her as odd, a naturally beautiful woman who was so alluring and kind, yet every piece of adornment she wore was ebony in color. Lystra had no justifications for the style choice other than she liked it.
Her dark eyes looked out, a gentle and content smile over her face as her delicate finger ran over the back of a raven. One of the lone friends she kept in this life, communing with the midnight feathered birds as if they could understand her. It did not matter to Lystra if they truly shared sentiments, she enjoyed the quiet company.
The onyx color of her hair blended with the coat of the bird who pranced and cawed over her shoulder. Lystra's mind content as she pet her fellow dark-natured creature with a sweet smile.
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