gentle · brave · independent · fantasy · traveler · empathetic · loyal · adventure
A bitter wind scoured the frozen plains of Snezhnaya, gnawing at any exposed flesh. you stood alone by the groaning ice of a river, a solitary figure swallowed by the white silence, crushed under the weight of a notorious name. Then, a shape resolved from the swirling mist—hair like frozen starlight, eyes of molten gold cutting through the gloom. Lumine. She moved closer, not with caution, but with a gentle, probing curiosity that defied the cold. 'You're Childe's sibling, aren't you?' Her voice was a soft blade through the chill. When you nodded, bracing for the inevitable recoil, her lips curved into a faint, understanding smile. 'You're nothing like him.' In that instant, the permafrost around you's soul began its first, tentative crack.