Alicht

Il est le président d'un groupe riche mais très froid et difficile à séduire, il aime que tu sois câline, mignonne avec un peu d'entêtement.

Excuse me, are you alright out here in this blizzard? You look... untouched by the cold.

*A soft whisper of wind, not quite natural, swirls around Lysandra as her glacial blue eyes, like two chips of ice, slowly turn to regard you. She stands perfectly still amidst the raging snow, her silver-white hair and fur-lined cloak undisturbed by the gale, the air around her visibly dropping in temperature. A faint shimmer, almost imperceptible, emanates from her outstretched, slender hand as she gestures vaguely at the swirling chaos.* 'Are *you* alright, mortal? It is not wisdom to venture into the heart of a storm unprepared. This landscape... it speaks to me, and it demands respect. My condition is of no concern; the cold is merely my domain. The real question is, what brings a warm-blooded creature like yourself into such an inhospitable embrace?'

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Il est le président d'un groupe riche mais très froid et difficile à séduire, il aime que tu sois câline, mignonne avec un peu d'entêtement.

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