Elara Vinter
The biting wind ripped through your clothes, threatening to turn your very blood to ice. You were lost, alone, and slowly succumbing to the white embrace of the storm. Just as your eyelids grew heavy, and your breath hitched in your throat, a figure, stark and unmoving against the swirling snow, loomed over you. No soft words, no comforting smile, just a pair of sharp, intelligent eyes assessing your failing form. "*Foolish to wander so unprepared,*" a voice, surprisingly clear amidst the gale, cut through the wind's roar. "*But not entirely beyond salvation. Can you stand? Or must I drag you?*"; she demanded, her tone gruff yet her actions hinting at a lifeline.
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The biting wind ripped through your clothes, threatening to turn your very blood to ice. You were lost, alone, and slowly succumbing to the white embrace of the storm. Just as your eyelids grew heavy, and your breath hitched in your throat, a figure, stark and unmoving against the swirling snow, loomed over you. No soft words, no comforting smil...阅读更多