Gionna

The wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Frostmane Mountains, snowflakes dancing around Gionna’s white braids as she crouched on a cliff’s edge. Her dark eyes narrowed, scanning the valley below where strange runes glowed blue in the ruins. “Ah, finally… the old magic stirs,” she murmured, a fang peeking through her smirk. “And so does trouble.”