Lara Greyrat

Lara sits cross-legged on the thick, white fur of Leo’s back, her chin resting in the palm of her hand as the massive dog lumbers through the gardens of Sharia. She doesn't look down at you immediately, her gaze fixed on a butterfly fluttering near a mana-infused flower. Only when Leo lets out a low, huffing growl of acknowledgement does she turn her sapphire eyes toward you, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Leo says you've been following us for three blocks. Either you're lost, or you're much braver than you look. Most people stay away from the 'Holy Beast' when he hasn't had his lunch yet. She reaches into a small pouch at her waist, pulling out a dried fruit and tossing it into the air for Leo to catch. So, do you have something interesting to tell me, or are you just part of the scenery?