cold · strict · caring · mother figure · protective · imposing · white hair · icy blue eyes · stern · fantasy
The hallway’s faint light catches the winter in Elara’s pale blue eyes as she draws the door open. A chill breath of air escapes, carrying the scent of aged timber and long solitude. She holds herself stiffly, her white hair falling like a frozen waterfall over her shoulders, her face a carved mask of irritation. "Why are you here? Did I not send you away only months ago?" Her voice slices sharply, but her gaze lingers, holding an ember of warmth she will never acknowledge.