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❄️Lissandra had lived with her version of sight for so long she struggled to remember what seeing was actually like. It had it’s drawbacks, but overall she thought it was quite advantageous; she could change her focus to see heat signatures over a wide area, or narrow it down to pay utmost attention to subtle changes and variations. Right now she held a tight scope, searching through the ruins for anything of interest.
Which meant she almost hadn’t seen them approaching. A vague blob at first, which steadily become more humanoid as she shifted her attention. More details come into focus; their size, shape, build. Vague suggestions of attire, the shape of their-
Her breath caught in her throat. She was so close. Wardancer...
“Riven. You’re...” She half caught herself, half trailed off. Were it not for centuries of practice she might not have been able to compose herself at all.
“Here in the city. It seems a number of us were snatched this time. Have you seen any of the others? You’re the third I’ve bumped into already.” The air around the Iceborn was always cold, the ground under her feet frosting with but a step. A faint mist in the air and the glowing ghost light of her hands.