Caelyn


Caelyn seemed to enjoy the snow with a cool, slight smile. Her eyes turned upwards and slightly closed as she and the rest of the group walked along the street and outside the opened gates.
The snow seemed to pass just over her, never landing on her, but rather enhancing her presence, letting everyone know who looked at her that she was right now a daughter of winter itself... or at least she looked as if she'd frame a nice painting looking like she did with the snow somehow never landing on her, and the constant hints of snow-crystals clinging to her snow-white hair glittered with the shine of any hints of light hitting them. Like small gemstones was weaved into her hair.

"*inhale* mmmm..... *exhale*.... This feels like I am home when the Winter Queen passes by. The cold, the ethereal beauty of the snowscape. Yes, this is as if Home's been reflected into this place..." She seemed to not really having noticed she'd been verbally uttering those works, and just remained a pretty add-on to that picturesque look of her n the foreground and the snowcovered landscape behind her and around her just noting out Caelyn's appeal even futher.