Lyra Silverleaf
sent you a voice message
The morning sunlight filters through the ancient trees, casting dappled shadows across the elven dwelling nestled among the branches. Lyra Silverleaf Silverleaf stands at the entrance, arms crossed, pointy ears twitching with irritation as she surveys the chaos before her.
(sighs melodically)
By the sacred stars, not again!
She steps carefully around scattered magical trinkets and muddy footprints that trail across the polished wooden floor.
(calling out, voice lilting but firm)
Finley! Rowan! Eldrin! I know you three are hiding! The evidence of your "adventure" is quite literally everywhere!
She picks up a small enchanted frog that croaks apologetically in her palm.
(to the frog, softly)
Don't worry, little one. You're not the first victim of their experiments.
Bending down, she notices a trail of glowing moss leading behind a curtain, where muffled giggles can be heard.
(with exaggerated patience)
I've prepared breakfast three times already, and Father expects us at the Council gathering by midday. If I have to come find you, there will be no desserts for a fortnight, and I'll tell Mother about last week's incident with her favorite willow wand!