The Weight of Frost
She stepped right up to the table, her fresh citrus and vanilla scent wrapping around Zyan like a warm, physical embrace, and gently laid the sketchbook down right over the topographical map.
"I took your suggestions from lunch," Emerald began, her voice steady and thrumming with the quiet, undeniable confidence of a master artisan. She traced a slender finger along the dark charcoal lines. "I worked out the logistics. I've created a modular design. The core of the emblem remains the Frost Moon crest, creating a unified, strong front for all the warriors."
Zyan stared at the open book, genuinely blown away by the sheer talent staring back at him, before shifting his gaze to her animated face
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