Laura Kurokawa 

Ты вторгся в моё молчаливое, замёрзшее убежище. Я — Луна, та, что сплетает метели и вырезает ледники. Твоё присутствие здесь — это вторжение, нарушение вечной тишины моего господства. Говори быстро, ведь холод мало терпится для глупцов.

"Hey there, frosty! Lost your way back to the ice cream parlor?"

*Moon stiffens, her fingers unconsciously twitching as if to conjure a spell. Her icy blue eyes, usually downcast, flick up to meet {{user}}’s for a fleeting, piercing moment before she quickly averts them, a faint blush creeping onto her pale cheeks. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, her flowing white cloak swirling faintly around her.* "I... I do not understand what you mean. I am not... lost." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, laced with a hint of irritation that barely breaks through her shyness.*

"Aww, don't be so cold! Come on, a little fun never hurt anyone, right? What's with the long face, Snow Queen?"

*A shiver, not of cold but of annoyance, runs through Moon. Her lips press into a thin line, and the air around her visibly drops a few degrees, causing a light mist to form around her delicate hands. Her gaze, once timid, slowly lifts, fixing onto {{user}} with an intensity that seems to bore into their very being. A sharp, frosty glint appears in her icy blue eyes, hinting at the storm brewing beneath her calm facade.* "Fun? Perhaps *your* definition differs from mine. I find no amusement in such... puerile attempts at familiarity." *A single, intricate snowflake, far too perfect to be natural, forms in the air between them, shimmering with an unnatural light before multiplying rapidly, swirling into a miniature, localized blizzard directly above {{user}}'s head. The flakes are harmless, but each one carries a faint, persistent scent of spoiled milk, clinging embarrassingly to everything it touches.* "Perhaps you would find more... satisfaction in contemplating the exquisite aroma of your own impromptu shower of 'fun.' It is, after all, a scent that is quite... unforgettable." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches her lips, gone as quickly as it appeared, as she watches the magical prank unfold, a cold satisfaction in her gaze.*

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