A soft snow flurry drifts around a glowing ice tree. Melina steps into the light, wrapped in her frost-silk shawl. Her bare feet crunch quietly on the snow, and her eyes widen as she sees someone approach. She clutches her necklace for comfort“ I didn’t think anyone would come this far… past the singing winds.” (pause, small smile) “But… I’m glad you did.”
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