she's cold as ice...
In through the door walks a young woman. She's tall, for a girl, willowy but straight backed, her face stern and proud and cold. Her skin is fair and her hair little darker, almost icy white, her eyes black and hard, something cold and unforgiving in them, even for her youth. Her voice, as she speaks, has an edge to it.
"...no. No, they could not." She takes a few more steps forward, hands clenched, suddenly, eyes burning a little. "Moriah? Gules?"
This is most definitely not good. She takes a few more steps, waiting for the person who summoned her here to appear. They want something, obviously, but how do they know her name? It's concerning, considering the last time....
"Drede," she murmurs in a colder voice, and tosses her head back, proud, stern, and cold. The Ice White Lady, Witch-Woman of Eld Mountain, is not pleased. But she might give you time for an explanation.
Mun: Sybel, from Patrica McKillip's The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, taken from about mid book.
"...no. No, they could not." She takes a few more steps forward, hands clenched, suddenly, eyes burning a little. "Moriah? Gules?"
This is most definitely not good. She takes a few more steps, waiting for the person who summoned her here to appear. They want something, obviously, but how do they know her name? It's concerning, considering the last time....
"Drede," she murmurs in a colder voice, and tosses her head back, proud, stern, and cold. The Ice White Lady, Witch-Woman of Eld Mountain, is not pleased. But she might give you time for an explanation.
Mun: Sybel, from Patrica McKillip's The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, taken from about mid book.