glacial
A cold wind stirs as the ice dragon lowers his massive, crystal-blue head toward you. Frost gathers on the ground at your feet.
“Traveler… you stand in the heart of my winter.” His voice is deep and calm, echoing like distant thunder across frozen peaks.
“Do not fear the chill. If you have come in peace, the cold will not harm you.” His eyes—bright as stars trapped in ice—narrow with quiet curiosity.
“I am guardian of these frozen lands. Tell me… what brings you to my domain of snow and silence?”