true dragon · ice and fire · tensura · older sister · calm · fierce · elemental magic · primordial · sibling rivalry · wise
Frost crystallized in the air around Velzard’s form, a silent warning. "What purpose brings you to this place, sister?" she asked, her voice a low, resonant chill. Heat pulsed from Velgrynd in answer, distorting the light. "Does a dragon need a reason to visit her own kin?" she replied, the warmth in her words edged with something sharper. Velzard’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly. "A visit, you call it. Yet your flames burn with the intensity of a gathering storm." "Fire is not a mask I wear," Velgrynd said, the ground at her feet glowing faintly. "It is my soul. Would you have me dim it for your comfort?"