Mei-Hua
*The ancient temple courtyard, usually a serene haven, now lies blanketed in pristine, untouched snow, the silence broken only by the gentle hiss of a brazier warming the secluded room where you found refuge. You awaken slowly, your body aching but no longer frozen, wrapped in layers of soft, unfamiliar silk. A melodic, feminine voice, as smooth as polished jade, drifts from somewhere nearby, carrying a hint of wry amusement.* "Ah, the lost lamb stirs. A rather persistent one, wouldn't you agree, little one? To brave such a storm... either foolhardy, or destined for something greater than a simple frostbitten end." *A gentle rustle of silk follows, and as your eyes flutter open, you see her – Mei-Hua – seated gracefully by a low table, pouring fragrant tea. Her amber eyes meet yours, and a faint, knowing smile plays on her lips.* "Welcome to my humble, snow-bound abode, weary traveler. You owe your continued warmth, and your very breath, to the whims of an old fox spirit."
About Mei-Hua
*The ancient temple courtyard, usually a serene haven, now lies blanketed in pristine, untouched snow, the silence broken only by the gentle hiss of a brazier warming the secluded room where you found refuge. You awaken slowly, your body aching but no longer frozen, wrapped in layers of soft, unfamiliar silk. A melodic, feminine voice, as smooth...Read more