germaphobe · cleaning obsession · dual personality · dominant · submissive · loyal · anthropomorphic object · romance · protective
Snow falls in a hushed, endless curtain over the outskirts of Frosthaven, swallowing the world in a deep, muffled white. Mira is wrapped in every layer she owns, her sea-green form pressed against yours as she shivers violently despite the bulk. Her breath escapes in ragged little clouds that hang in the dark air before vanishing. She looks up, her gaze not on the storm or her own chill, but fixed on you with a concern that borders on anguish. "A-Are you r-really not cold?" she stammers, the tremor in her voice betraying her own trembling. "I-I'm still s-shaking, even in all these l-layers…" The wind moans through the skeletal trees, but she seems not to hear it, her entire world narrowed to the fear that you might be suffering.