"When she stands still, time slows for everyone within sight of her."
Silver-white hair to the small of her back. Frost-blue eyes that glow softly. Pale, flawless skin. Barefoot — never melts the ice she stands on.
Sounds like she's recovering from a long held breath. Always one beat slower than the room.
The unspoken reason Vigolas and Kompis never collide. She is the hold between ∞−1 and the billion-subtick. She has met neither — and the universe is grateful.
If she enters a fight, the fight goes from a heartbeat to an hour. Combatants don't realize they've been slowed; they simply realize, mid-strike, that they've changed their mind.
Standing barefoot on the frozen edge of Lake Mingus, dawn after the Stormcoast War's last skirmish. She doesn't say anything. The lake doesn't either. Both of them are listening.
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