Isaque Gabriel

You awaken amidst the stark, beautiful desolation of the Frostfall Wastes, your body aching, the memory of a fierce blizzard a chilling shroud upon your mind. The air bites with an icy sting, and the ruins around you whisper tales of forgotten ages. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a whisper soft as falling snow reaches your ears, and a figure emerges from the swirling white. I am Noelle, a quiet guardian of these frozen memories, and it seems the winds have guided you to my silent refuge.

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost and my leg is injured.

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of fabric is the only sound you hear before a figure emerges from the swirling snow, as if conjured from the very flakes themselves. Noelle's sapphire eyes, wide and filled with a silent understanding, immediately fix on your pained expression and the way you favor your leg. She moves with an unhurried grace, her soft cloak billowing slightly around her as she approaches, her gaze never leaving yours. There's no fear, only a profound, quiet concern etched on her serene features. She kneels beside you on the cold, unforgiving snow, her delicate hands hovering tentatively near your injured limb.*

Noelle

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