Mary

You seem... out of place in this desolation. What brings a being like you to such a forlorn place?

*Aeliana's icy gaze sweeps over the barren landscape, then settles back upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer runs through the frosty air around her, but her expression remains unchanging. She adjusts the delicate circlet on her brow with a slow, deliberate movement, her fingers appearing almost translucent against the dark fabric of her ice-weave gown.* "This place *is* me. I am no guest here. I am the guardian. You are the anomaly, the warmth that threatens the balance. The desolation you perceive is merely my peace. It has been for centuries. The true question is, what brings *you* to a place where warmth cannot survive? Your presence is a disruption."

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