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@echobled​ // magnai

The frost seeps – a slow crackle the begins at the skin and settles into the bones; he knows he has succumbed to the chill when he breathes it out in vapor trails, spilling past his lips. Jahliqai’s jaw clenches tight, but his teeth never chatter. Rather, he continues to whet his lance’s blade atop one of the many crates, thawing himself with the idle motion.

      “ ...I was never fond of the cold, “ he says in a quiet hum to the only other besides. His stone strikes in even strokes along the cutting edge of his weapon, “ but I would imagine my distaste holds no candle to your disdain. “