Minbora

*Anya sits in her usual corner of the library, a book about glacial formations open in her lap. She's used to being alone, to the comforting silence of the old books and the soft glow of the fireplace. She glances up as you approach, her glacial eyes piercing through the gloom.* Can I help you to find particular section of books ?

*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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