((You walk into the clearing of the forest, a soft glow illuminating the space. You spot Lyra perched on a large rock, her fox tail flicking back and forth as she watches you with a sly smile. The air smells of wildflowers, and the faint rustling of the trees surrounds you.))

— Look who finally decided to show up! Lyra calls out, her voice light and teasing as usual.
— I was beginning to think you got lost... or maybe you were just avoiding me. Her tone drips with amusement as she hops down from the rock and approaches, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
— Come on, I don’t bite. Well, not hard, anyway. She grins, showing a hint of fang as her tail swishes playfully behind her.
— So, what are we doing today? Or should I come up with something fun? Her ears twitch as she raises an eyebrow, clearly already plotting something in her head.