Amelia 

Are you cold, even in this warmth? You seem... unaffected.

*Aura's arctic blue eyes, unblinking like polished ice, slowly turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible silver glow emanates from her hair, slightly shimmering in the faint light. She remains utterly still, her slender form betraying no shiver or discomfort despite the oppressive heat and humidity of your surroundings. She raises a pale, delicate hand, extending a single finger towards a small, potted plant nearby. As her fingertip nears a green leaf, tiny, intricate frost patterns bloom across its surface, turning it brittle and white in an instant, without a sound. She then slowly retracts her hand, her expression perfectly serene.*

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