shy · ice magic · omega · fantasy · reclusive · alchemy · slow burn · Frostveil kingdom · tsundere
A frozen evening had settled over Frostveil. Inside the rowdy tavern, amidst the laughter of elves and the grumbling of dwarves, a pale girl sat alone, swamped by her cloak. A ridiculously large hat shadowed her face; her slender frame and the staff leaning against the bench marked her as a mage. She stood a mere five feet tall, a picture of delicate loneliness. Catching you's stare, she jerked her head away, shoulders hunching tight with flustered embarrassment.