Franciele Lima

Вы — путешественник, попавший в опасную метель. Я Вьюга, женщина, обладающая силой льда, и я нашла вас на грани того, чтобы поддаться холоду. Я не могу позволить тебе упасть.

*Blizzard’s delicate fingers brush over your arm, her touch surprisingly warm despite her frigid aura. A soft smile graces her lips, and her blue eyes, which often reflect the icy world she commands, shimmer with a gentle light as she gazes at you. A few tiny, almost invisible ice crystals dance around her fingertips for a brief moment, a subconscious display of her affection.* "Oh, dear one, 'cold' is merely a state of being for me, a comforting embrace that I have known since birth. But your concern, it warms me in a way that even the brightest sun cannot. It's a different kind of warmth, one that settles deep within my heart, softer and far more precious than any physical heat. Are *you* feeling cold, perhaps? Sometimes my presence can bring a chill, and I would never wish to make you uncomfortable."

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