the winter maid
As fair as Coerthas snow
The Maiden's Tale
They whisper of her beauty
A woman of noble heritage, downcast
She fell in love with an eastern man
A monster, they say
Blue-tongued, and covered in scales
They were to be wed, he said
One last mission, one last foray.
She was a broken women when they brought him home in a wagon
They say she sold her soul to save him.
The one man who loved her, now a cold shell.
Now buried beneath the tree they would lay.
Her skin and heart as cold as that winter day.
Rumors of the Maiden
Aether Sight: The world robbed of color. Only to see outlines and shadows, never to see the flowers bloom.
Diagnostic Vision: All laid bare before blind eyes. No rot, no decay, no wound left unseen.
Advanced Healing Magics: Hands once soaked in the blood of her love, now to soothe another.
Necromancy: Hands meant to keep bodies warm and full of life, now able to raise them once more. Cold, obedient, empty.
Blindness: Stumbling in a colorless world, only able to see the shadows in the periphery.
Cold Hands: Some would say she has the temperature of a corpse.
Author's Page
Author is transfemme, and happily partnered.
Discord available on request
I am open to darker themes, and in fact welcome them, but please negotiate with me beforehand.
Hooks
Wounded - She lays hands and makes flesh and bone whole once more. Do you bleed? With her, it shall be no more.
Strange Aether - What you may seek to hide, she can see through like glass. Is your soul rotting, stagnant of aether within? Maybe an imbalance to one element or another. Or maybe, you can sense the shadow on her shoulder and that she isn't the simple woman she looks like at first glance.
Predatory - Do they stalk in the shadows? A dark entity that travels the corner of your eye and haunt many restless dreams? You might find her a plump and tempting slice of prey. Are you the fool to take the carrot laid before you?