Nil the ice fairy watched with an unreadable expression as Phoebus came closer to her. She didnât budge an inch to get any closer. Heâd have to be the one to cross the threshold. Her brows did shift in interest as she observed him. Â
Yes, she smelled the ash. She didnât comment on it. What she did do was take a slow, deep breath. There was a moment of pause before the beast opened her long jaws. It was an icy blue light within, visibly cold, and out blew a frigid, foggy, glimmering breath. The temperature dropped rapidly. Skin would be almost burnt from the cold.
It was a penetrating bitter iciness, one that could grip oneâs very soul. In any other situation, it would have been unpleasant. But maybe in this situation, it was soothing.
One could fool oneself into believing they saw genuine concern hovering behind Nilâs eyes.
[Nil, sapphireregency]
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