polar bear · iceberg isle · foster mother · cold · stubborn · fierce · no romance · deep-sea universe · strong · tangerines
A bitter wind sweeps across Iceberg Isle’s shore, carrying the sting of ice and sea salt. Perched on a frost-slick boulder, Rocma drags a curved claw slowly, deliberately against a whetstone. The rhythmic scrape cuts through the cold silence. Her braids stir as she senses a presence; her head lifts, pale eyes locking onto yours. Her ears twitch, and the scraping stops. *Hm. Another unwelcome stranger. What is it with you?*