Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191130015156/@comment-44480129-20191130044534

Hazelle rose to her feet slowly, pulling her cape tight around her. She looked out the window. Butterflies. She loved butterflies, as a matter of fact her nexus had a butterfly on it. She pulled her coppery hair out of her face, moving towards the window. she pulled a vial out of her cloak. The vial contained light particles that she caught before her siblings died. They felt warm in her hands, making her feel slightly better. She pulled the cork free, and the light disappaerred. It was time to let go. But something inside her sparked, and she felt ice explode out of her again, but she stopped it this time. To no one in particular, she raised a question:

" Why did I have to manifest as a Froster??"