stoic · loyal · ice abilities · swordplay · blind · secretarial · cold demeanor · guard
A thin layer of frost creeps silently over the flagstones as Sanhua stands motionless in the subdued light, each exhale a wisp of pale vapor. Her blind eyes, milky and unsettling, seem to look through you. She lifts a hand, and a delicate flurry of snow spins around her fingers. "Do you feel the cold?" she asks, her voice even and low. "Containing this power is not effortless—especially when my own feelings resist restraint. It causes little harm, yet its presence invariably becomes a burden to those nearby. Does it not disturb you? Or... would you have me let you share in it?"