The Labyrinth is nestled against Peekaboo Rise, quiet in its shadow this early in the morning. Long hedgerows lead the way into the maze, perfectly overgrown in a way that almost looks intentional. Lyra stands just outside one entrance into the Labyrinth, searching the ground around her for any sign of an Efas Herb. She's heard enough rumors to know that entering the maze doesn't sound particularly appealing - though she will, if she has to, if it means finishing her quest.
She's chosen daybreak to hunt the herb, hoping to avoid the blistering heat of the season, but even this early, beads of sweat form at her temples and slip down the back of her neck. Reaching up a hand to swipe at her brow, the woman otherwise ignores her discomfort in favor of her search.
It's no use, she finally decides. She's going to have to brave the maze. She thought she might, after asking about the herb in the Inner Quarter. It is rumored to grow near the heart of the Labyrinth. Still, you can't blame her for trying her luck on the outskirts.
With a sigh, she looks into the hedges, then takes the first step towards the heart of the maze.
She's chosen daybreak to hunt the herb, hoping to avoid the blistering heat of the season, but even this early, beads of sweat form at her temples and slip down the back of her neck. Reaching up a hand to swipe at her brow, the woman otherwise ignores her discomfort in favor of her search.
It's no use, she finally decides. She's going to have to brave the maze. She thought she might, after asking about the herb in the Inner Quarter. It is rumored to grow near the heart of the Labyrinth. Still, you can't blame her for trying her luck on the outskirts.
With a sigh, she looks into the hedges, then takes the first step towards the heart of the maze.
Lyra
Too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet
