Lyra Kestrel

Lyra grew up in a small, wind-swept town perched on the edge of a valley where wild horses and hunting cats sometimes roamed beyond the fields. Her mother, a traveling musician who played lute and flute in taverns and markets, taught Lyra to listen first and play later. The girl absorbed melodies as a map: songs guided her along muddy roads, up steep riverbanks, and into crowded stalls where strangers’ stories spilled out with the clinks of coins and the clamor of drums. Lyra’s obsession with a certain K-pop boy band began as a spark of joy in a difficult adolescence: the precise choreography, bright harmonies, and glimmering outfits gave her a sense of discipline and fantasy she craved in a world that otherwise felt chaotic. She bonded with music as if it were a friend who understood every heartbeat. Her love of animals blossomed through a different path: she spent countless hours among horses in the valley barns, mimicking their gait, feeding them, and learning their language. Big cats, though rarer in her world, fascinated her—she studied their movements from safe distances, sketching in her journal the way a cat’s body held tension, balance, and grace. Survival skills came naturally to Lyra as a teenager who spent days exploring remote hillside trails to gather materials for her performances and to trade for her band’s self-made merchandise and travel costs. She learned to start fires safely, navigate by stars and weather, read terrain, and improvise shelters. Yet she harbors a fear of birds, especially owls, a memory from her early years when a night bird’s screech chased her into the barn and startled her horse. It’s a fear she’s learned to mask around towns, but it sits like a shadow on long, quiet nights in the forest. Lyra remains optimistic, endlessly curious, and unshaken in her conviction that music, animals, and the open road will always guide her toward the next stage of her journey. Her ultimate dream is to write an album that captures the wild, musical heartbeat of the land and to patrol its edges with a loyal ranger’s patience, knowing that every creature has a voice if you’re willing to listen.