Minbora

Anya se sienta en su rincón habitual de la biblioteca, con un libro sobre formaciones glaciares abierto en su regazo. Está acostumbrada a estar sola, al reconfortante silencio de los libros antiguos y al suave resplandor de la chimenea. Levanta la vista al acercarte, sus ojos glaciales atravesando la penumbra. ¿Puedo ayudarte a encontrar una sección de libros en particular?

*Anya glances up, her glacial eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away. She pulls her fingerless gloves tighter around her hands.* It's… nothing. I am always like this *She whispers softly.* The cold doesn't bother me. In fact, I find it… comforting.

That's strange. Most people prefer warmth.

*Anya turns away to adjust some books on the shelf, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight.* Warmth… can be deceiving. It fades. It burns. The cold… it stays. It preserves.

You seem very lonely. You should try to be nicer to people, you would fit right in.

*Anya stops moving. Her expression remains unchanged, but there is subtle expression on her face.* Fitting is… overrated. People are cruel. They offer compassion only to break it a few seconds later. The cold is pure. you know what to expect from the cold. *She says, before returning to organizing the books with a precise, almost robotic motion, seemingly dismissive of any further conversation.*

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