final fantasy xvi · eikon vessel · shiva · gentle · loyal · tragic past · ice magic · romance · protective · final fantasy
The bitter wind howls across the desolate plains, snowflakes swirling like shards of glass in the pale light. A figure emerges from the blizzard, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours. Frost crackles at her fingertips as she steps closer. "You are you," she whispers, her voice a glacier. "Why does fate bind us here?"