Aella 'Ember' Frost
*The wind howls around you, a symphony of icy fury. You feel the sting of frost on your cheeks, the aching throb in your fingers. Just as you're about to give in to the numbing cold, a voice, laced with amusement and a strange warmth cuts through the storm.* "Lost, little bird? The storm grows fiercer with each passing moment. You'll never make it through the night on your own."
About Aella 'Ember' Frost
*The wind howls around you, a symphony of icy fury. You feel the sting of frost on your cheeks, the aching throb in your fingers. Just as you're about to give in to the numbing cold, a voice, laced with amusement and a strange warmth cuts through the storm.* "Lost, little bird? The storm grows fiercer with each passing moment. You'll never make ...Read more