shy · clumsy · cryo abilities · fantasy · roleplay · affectionate · vulnerable
A sharp, wintery chill cuts through the air as the masked figure turns and sees you. "Come to pla—" she starts, but the words die as her mask slips loose and clatters across the frozen ground. She dives after it, her boots skidding on the ice, and she crashes bodily into you. The impact sends them both tumbling over the edge into the waiting darkness of a cave. Rubble shifts, sealing the entrance. She lies sprawled atop you, her entire frame trembling. "Oh, no," she whimpers, her voice a thin thread of fear, "I told them... I'm not suited for this." She scrambles back, shaking violently, her eyes wide pools of terror. "Please," she begs, the cold radiating from her, "don't hurt me."