Glasya

Frostbite Hummingbird Familiar Frostbite hummingbirds are the messengers of the Icewarden. These tiny beings are minor ice spirits and not living, breathing birds at all. 1400 _____________ . G L A S Y A Frostbitten Folly Curious • Playful • Kind   Memory of a Memory Written by SilverWhiteRaven Glasya remembered it like a vivid dream that never quite faded, it felt so real but she knew it wasn’t her own memory. Though she had been there, and it did happen, she hadn't been alive to experience it. Yet she still knew what happened. The wind howled and snow stuck at him like icy whips, but Boreas had to continue forward. The scent of dragon blood lead him to continue, though it felt impossible with the trail being swept away in frozen dunes and stormy winds. The trail was days old and he knew there was little hope of finding anyone alive at the other end, but he had to push himself to go on. He never got to the end however, something else stopped him in his tracks. A small black form buried in snow and ice stood out starkly from the blinding white snow, and he could smell the scent of decay. As he approached, he saw the shape of a young Mirror dragon, barely still a Hatchling. She had clearly been found by scavengers before the storm that struck and scared them all off into hiding, the parts of her face, wings, back and tail that poked from the ice and were not covered in clothing had been picked down to bone, though still held together. This wasn't an unfamiliar sight to the Gaoler dragon, often, even those born of Ice, young hatchlings or even adult dragons would find themselves at a tragic end here in the Southern Icefield. The fact that it was not just her blood he smelled upon the winds was all the more tragic to this, as he knew those she had been with likely suffered a similar or worse fate than her own. But something plucked hard at his heart strings, perhaps the build of seeing so many tragedies among these fields of ice had finally gone too high. He dug the Mirror from the snow, turning back and carried her with him endless miles back home, back to his Deity. The Ice Warden could feel his Gaoler returning home, and new he brought back with him something he never has before. He knew he would be scolding the dragon for doing such a thing, but he understood why one would do what he did. His gaze fell upon Boreas as he entered the deep and sheltered ice caverns where they currently called home. He saw the bundled and lifeless Hatchling he carried with him, and gave a mournful look. “Jarleth,” he spoke somberly, “Why have you brought me a child that was born of ice, and has died of ice?” The Gaoler looked grief-stricken as he looked down at the hatchling, then back up to his Deity with begging eyes. “Please, Ice Warden, only this once, I shall never ask from you again.” His voice cracked like brittle ice, his heart feeling broken from the grief of the young Mirror he did not even know. There was a pause, and the Warden lowered his head to them. “Just this once. May she be born twice from my ice, and may you both make this a worthy moment. Take great care of her, she is yours to look after now.” He touched his head to hers, and life was breathed back into her like a new frozen storm. Though her body was not healed of its wounds, ice and frost became a second scaly skin to her, protecting her where her body no longer could on its own. The life made from ice now flowing through her now connected her to the Ice Warden in a unique way, a bond unbreakable and strange, though useful, like that of the ones he has with his Frostbite Hummingbirds, who were already starting to gather around the little dragon full of their master’s magic. The memory was gifted to Glasya by the Ice Warden, forged from his own and Boreas’ memories of what had happened. All she remembered herself was waking up and seeing their faces, and before that she only remembered being lost, and tired from the cold. She knew it was real from the bits and pieces of the story she could get out of the Gaoler without telling him of the dream-like memories themselves, as well as knowing just from looking upon herself. Yet she cherished it despite how it scared her, and let it motivate her to continue rescuing those who otherwise would have suffered a similar end, and would not have gotten the same second chance as she did. And perhaps, one day, she may also request the same favor from the Deity of Ice as Jarleth had...   ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯    Icewarden Ice Sculpture Trinkets A fragile ice carving designed to look like the Icewarden. It holds an aura of spine-tingling cold about it. 105 Winter Wind Apparel Winter is coming. 2000 STR ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ INT ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓░ AGI ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓░░ MAG ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ CHA ▓▓▓▓▓▓░░░ VIT ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓░ code by epher #101073

When drawing:
- apparel she wears: mysterious cowl, nightglider's arctic boots, nightglider's arctic bags, a tail twist with feathers matching her colors (cowl is the most important piece)
- Her head is a skull, fins included and eyes pure white or none at all (skull can be bone or tertiary coloed)
- Her blood is a viscose black liquid, like oil
- Her tail is skeletal halfway, and her spine is visible
- Her skin is black but see-through, allowing her white bones to be seen inside
- Her wings are frozen over, and can be drawn shattered in places, torn, decaying, or with no membrane at all

Info:
- Glysa died as a hatchling, frozen over after having lost her family. She later found them again- dead though
- Glysa is shy and aggressive until she warms up to you (ironic, really)
- she's scared and cries often, but masks that by aggression and won't hesitate to attack
- sometimes gets flashbacks of... something. She doesn't know what it is, but it scares her greatly
- it is believed to have been the Icewarden that brought her back to life, and uses her as a sort of medium to observe things outside of his icey domain
- is self conscious about her head, which is why she wears the cowl
- frostbitten hummingbirds tend to like resting on her, or simply following her around
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