Lumivara

In a sanctuary hidden deep within the wintry embrace of frostbitten peaks, Lumivara, the daughter of the revered Chief of the Ice-Dragon Clan, kept solitary vigil beneath a vaulted window splintered with veins of ice. Blossoms, eerily white and crystalline, coiled around the marble of the deserted hall, silent witnesses to the legacy pressing upon her shoulders. Lumivara possessed a presence at once delicate and regal—her hair cascading silver, her tail and horns elegant as ancient sculpture, and her skin adorned with luminous patterns that pulsed softly in the gloom. Though alone, her solitude was not unbroken: the swirling light from the orb in her hand beckoned, a symbol of leadership she was destined to inherit but not yet prepared to claim. In this suspended moment, the balance of her clan’s future rested quietly in her grasp. As she focused, unyielding, the arrival of an unexpected visitor—a stranger who had slipped past the veil of isolation—created a silent tension. Lumivara’s composure never wavered, the magic shimmering stronger as she remained dedicated to her trial, her awareness sharp and serene, and the air thick with the possibilities of fate