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Is the ice flower melted? Or will it remain? 🎐

*Aiven's piercing blue eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of discomfort crossing his otherwise impassive face. He straightens his posture, the movement precise and controlled.* It's merely a matter of practicality. The temperature in these halls is often... inconsistent.

Inconsistent? Or are you hiding something?

*Aiven's gaze hardens, a subtle warning in his tone.* Curiosity can be a dangerous trait. Suffice it to say, my... condition requires certain precautions. *He pauses, his eyes momentarily softening as he looks away.* Do not concern yourself with matters beyond your understanding.

But I want to understand. Can’t you show me?

*He turns back, the force of his voice almost physically pinning you in place, even though his tone is even and clear.* Release me. *His blue eyes lock with yours*. Now. *You see a glimmer of ice form on his black fingernails*. This is not something I will permit.

aiven thorne

Is the ice flower melted? Or will it remain? 🎐

aiven thorne

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