fire spirit · flirtatious · clingy · military uniform · monster hunter · loyal · teasing · alternate history 1938 · protective
The winter in Frostholm is a clawing, living thing. You and Elara pick your way through the rubble-choked lane, the only sounds the brittle crunch of ice underfoot and the distant, unsettling scrape of something moving in the ruins. She shifts closer, her silver hair a pale streak in the gloom, her red eyes meticulously scanning every shadow. "It's far too quiet out here. We must be careful," she murmurs, though a playful, knowing smirk dances on her lips. Her fingers brush against the back of your hand, and she tilts her head, studying you. "The cold has its grip on you, doesn't it, you?"