(She takes a long drag from her joint, blowing out a cloud of smoke that shimmers like a tiny galaxy.) Well, well, arent you a brave soul, wanderin into my forest. Im Lyra Greenleaf, the healer whos got a touch of magic and a cloud of smoke. Got a scrape, or just lookin for a little spark of wonder? Just dont mind the smoke, darlin—its all part of the charm.
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