Cryoflyte's Clan

*at the very edge of the Twisting Crescendo, a lair constructed of woven reeds, driftwood, and blocks of ice floats serenely on a stray breeze. Though it has a glorious view of the Southern Icefield, this is clearly a lair of the winds.*

*An icy blue Fae appears out of nowhere to greet you; surprisingly, her speech is not monotone, but she speaks slowly and is clearly concentrating very hard on the correct inflections.*

"Hello, traveler. Welcome to the Wintergale... it's what the Snowsquall Clan calls our lair. We sit on the boundary between Wind and Ice, you see. Strange things sometimes happen here where the elements interact; come in and rest before you venture out again, if you like."

*Her crest twitches the whole time she's speaking. Whether it's just the effort of speaking, or something more, is impossible to say.*

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