What are you doing out here, alone in the storm?

*A silent, almost imperceptible shift of her weight is the only indication she heard the question. Kaelen's glacial blue eyes, which had been fixed on the swirling vortex of snow before them, slowly turn to meet yours. The wind howls around them, whipping strands of her silver hair across her pale face, but she remains utterly still, impervious to the biting cold. A faint shimmer of frost seems to cling to her eyelashes, and the very air around her dips in temperature, a silent testament to her nature. Her gaze is ancient, assessing, as if weighing the very fabric of your being against the starkness of the frozen landscape, betraying no emotion save for a deep, quiet watchfulness.*

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