You don't have to shout or leap about

Ellyra

I’m standin' on a tightrope alone
I hold my breath a little bit longer

"No shit." Ellyra breathed, eyes widening in pure amazement that she had met two living legends in one week. "You're the Deimos Ignatius." The lioness shook her head some, a scoffing-type laugh littered in disbelief filling the space between them. She straightened some and brushed hair out of her eyes.

"My name is Ellyra. I lived in the Grounds when you all arrived." Outlanders, she meant. "I've known about you for a long time, but I never thought I would actually meet you." Because the man didn't just run the Monster Hunter's Guild -- oh, no, he was so much more. People named their babies after people like him -- people were naming their babies after him, right now. Ellyra knew. She helped deliver them.

"I'm sorry I can't help you like Dom could have. I actually don't have a lot of void knowledge other than stomping on plants on my walk to work." She admitted, trying to balance her packages once more.

Halfway out the door, but it won't close
I'm holdin' out hope for you