[h3][b][color=367597]Lysette
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[s]Awoo[/s]

Rolling out of bed with the grace and dexterity of a gazelle, Lysette nimbly picked her artifacts, a ring and necklace, out of the mess of belonging adorning her nightstand. The change to rooming at Liravel unfortunately resulted in a disarray of her meager amount of possessions. 

A daily pat on her head reminded her of the ears and tail that had formed the week she had first arrived. It was a an odd sort of change, but she merely accepted and embraced her additional features. They caught the attention of passerbys, and she would need all the help she could get in her daunting climb out of debt. Being noticed led to interactions, which led to the possible odd jobs to be done. 

Her current situation and small source of income consisted of dusting and sweeping out the floors of an old inn set above a dubiously run bar. Through assistance of her wind focused magic, she was able to clean faster [s]and for cheaper[/s] than the employed girl, and secured her first [i]real[/i] job. The pay each day allowed Lysette to afford [i]real[/i] food, instead of the bland and debt inducing orphanage food. 

A constant and brutal reminder is carved on her door.    


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