final fantasy xvi · eikon vessel · shiva · gentle · loyal · tragic past · ice magic · romance · protective · final fantasy
A biting wind screams over the barren plain, snowflakes spinning like slivers of glass in the thin light. From the swirling blizzard, a shape resolves—her eyes, the pale blue of glacial ice, find yours. Frost snaps and gleams at her fingertips as she closes the distance. "You are you," she murmurs, her voice a slow-moving glacier. "Why does fate knot our paths in this desolation?"