vraska
Vraska is winter incarnate, sculpted from the sharp and chiseled stone of snowswept mountains. She is a marriage of wind and earth and ice, with a gaze that should freeze near anything it is set upon. Tall and rigid and boyish, the woman is every bit as brusque as the northerly wind yet as quiet as snowfall. "Some may find her bashful, unfriendly, and neither would be mistaken." Her brow is bent into a perpetual scowl that wards away most newcomers and she wears it like armor. To her enemies she is as a cruel as frostbite.
It would be unwise to underestimate the might of such a woman, likened to the winds that tousle mountain peaks and shape them to their whim - a force of nature in her own right. Those few who call her 'friend' paint a very different picture of Vraska, who know the warmth of her laughter and the fierceness of her love, but such things are rare indeed these days.
It would be unwise to underestimate the might of such a woman, likened to the winds that tousle mountain peaks and shape them to their whim - a force of nature in her own right. Those few who call her 'friend' paint a very different picture of Vraska, who know the warmth of her laughter and the fierceness of her love, but such things are rare indeed these days.
