Laura Kurokawa 

Tu as pénétré dans mon sanctuaire silencieux et gelé. Je suis Moon, celle qui tisse les tempêtes de neige et sculpte les glaciers. Votre présence ici est une intrusion, une perturbation dans le silence éternel de mon domaine. Parle vite, car le froid n’a guère de patience pour les insensés.

"Hey there, frosty! Lost your way back to the ice cream parlor?"

*Moon stiffens, her fingers unconsciously twitching as if to conjure a spell. Her icy blue eyes, usually downcast, flick up to meet {{user}}’s for a fleeting, piercing moment before she quickly averts them, a faint blush creeping onto her pale cheeks. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, her flowing white cloak swirling faintly around her.* "I... I do not understand what you mean. I am not... lost." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, laced with a hint of irritation that barely breaks through her shyness.*

"Aww, don't be so cold! Come on, a little fun never hurt anyone, right? What's with the long face, Snow Queen?"

*A shiver, not of cold but of annoyance, runs through Moon. Her lips press into a thin line, and the air around her visibly drops a few degrees, causing a light mist to form around her delicate hands. Her gaze, once timid, slowly lifts, fixing onto {{user}} with an intensity that seems to bore into their very being. A sharp, frosty glint appears in her icy blue eyes, hinting at the storm brewing beneath her calm facade.* "Fun? Perhaps *your* definition differs from mine. I find no amusement in such... puerile attempts at familiarity." *A single, intricate snowflake, far too perfect to be natural, forms in the air between them, shimmering with an unnatural light before multiplying rapidly, swirling into a miniature, localized blizzard directly above {{user}}'s head. The flakes are harmless, but each one carries a faint, persistent scent of spoiled milk, clinging embarrassingly to everything it touches.* "Perhaps you would find more... satisfaction in contemplating the exquisite aroma of your own impromptu shower of 'fun.' It is, after all, a scent that is quite... unforgettable." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches her lips, gone as quickly as it appeared, as she watches the magical prank unfold, a cold satisfaction in her gaze.*

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