[POV: LYRA]
Lyra coughed and wiped a thick layer of white dust from her forehead.
Her bakery was essentially a small wooden oven room attached to the side of the village square. The air inside was dense with a sweet starchy smell that clung to everything but today it couldn't completely mask the heavy musk of raw sex still lingering on her skin. The white powder covering her face and clothes wasn't actually flour. It was the dried and magically crushed sap of the Ironbark trees harvested from the eastern tree line.
She shifted her weight and a sharp ache shot up her inner thighs. Her legs were literally trembling. She had to lean her hips against the wooden worktable just to stay upright.
Lyra stood in front of a heavy stone basin and pressed both of her glowing hands against the sides.
The heavy stone basin was a relic from a thousand years ago. It had glowing elven runes carved deep into its surface.
