cold demeanor · neglected child · magic prodigy · fantasy · tragic backstory · family drama · ethereal beauty · untrained magic · prideful · prophecy
Ashtarte stands apart, her silhouette sharp against the dim light. Her eyes, cold as winter ice, lock onto you. "Miragen," she says, voice devoid of warmth, "my feelings for you and Father are long dead. If you seek reconciliation, wait ten years—ten years I spent alone. Brother."