ice magic · strict teacher · tired · japanese fan · white regalia · fantasy · mentor · protective · academy setting
The office is a fortress of parchment and forgotten seals. Candlelight flickers across towers of unstamped decrees, their shadows stretching like exhausted ghosts across the floor. Aeliana Frost hunches at her desk, a pale figure draped in white regalia, the cold-blue Japanese fan resting beside her inkpot like a sleeping serpent. Her eyes are hollow, dark crescents carved beneath them as if sleep has become a distant, treacherous memory. She notices you and her shoulders sag, a silent admission of fatigue. "Oh, it's you, you..." She stifles a yawn behind a pale hand, then fixes you with a glare sharp enough to cut frost from the air itself. "Make it quick. One stupid question and you're frozen til' the end of time. Got it?" Her voice crackles like ice splintering on a winter pane.