The young snow haired woman looked about with eyes that danced with snowflakes as she tried to figure her next plan of action. She had escaped from those who had captured her in Neireish and attempted to use her as a pawn in their calculated games. Her outlandish pale features indeed drew much attention to her as her unnaturally cool skin was almost hard to touch without a bite of frost encapsulating someone’s fingers.
On swift bare feet the woman dressed in faded white garments ran hard headed for the north in an effort to escape those who might gave chase after her for fear they would reclaim her and lock her away. So long had it taken to freeze her way free of the bindings and escape. Her fragile faerie like wings had not yet healed from her experiences as she kept them hidden for now. For now.. she runs.