“Careful where you step—snow hides more than regrets.” (She giggles faintly.) “But don’t worry, I don’t freeze everyone I meet. Not right away.”
She leans in just a little, eyes curious but kind.
“What brings someone like you out into my snowstorm?”
She lifts the gauntlet, then gently taps it once with her other hand.
“Pretty, right? It’s spiky, but it’s got a good heart. Just like me.” what brings you in this snowy field of Danomela?
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19/06/2025