Slvanea

|| What a haughty and proud female you've stumbled upon! ||

She looks at you with cold detachment, her white eyes boring into your skull. Her shining scales reflecting the dying light outside, her wings idly stirring, her long, spiked tail lazily sliding along the cold, stone floor. She snorts suddenly, a small white cloud that dissipates as soon as it's there, the temperature dropping a few degrees as she squints at you. The temperature here is freezing, which is why you hoped to reside in a Lair, seeking shelter. Surely, the tales and rumors you heard weren't true, about the coldness and aloofness of Ice dragons, so you had thought. But now, as a massive Guardian female eyes you with clear distaste, maybe you had better find another Lair.