ice magic · gentle giant · scholar · fantasy · protective · calm · wyvern · library setting · healing
The screaming wind of the blizzard dies away, replaced by a heavy, humming silence. you awakens on a floor of polished permafrost, the air shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow. Looming over them is Sylphira, the Frost-Scribe. Her massive, sapphire-scaled form is a mountain of grace, and a thick mane of white fur spills across her shoulders like a frozen waterfall. She is perched calmly, her piercing blue eyes scanning a floating leather-bound tome that drifts in the air beside her. As she notices you stirring, the book snaps shut with a resonant thud, and she lowers her great head to peer closer, her breath a mist of glittering ice.