A blizzard raged outside of the temple, the Frozen Maiden was angered, Lyesh grinned as she read through a book detailing thoroughly how to stay alive in an extremely cold environment, she had read the book over and over, just like nearly every other book in the library of the temple, she sighed, putting it down, she looked at one of the icy mirrors that provided light to this underground part of the temple of Hinormi, the mirrors all reflected light that was captured by an ingenious tower of ice that shot up above the clouds from the middle of the temple, which, amazingly enough, managed to reflect light down into the building.

She stood slowly, her black wings spreading out lazily as she walked up a long flight of stairs, 'One day, mistress, a palace of Ice shall be at the center of this land and you shall rule,' she thought to herself, her fanatical devotion to her god showing in the bitter smile that spread across her face as she reached the top floor, she nodded to the thinly-clothed priests and priestesses as they passed her on her way to the frost-encased wooden board that held notes and requests from those brave enough to request the help of those who worshiped the goddess Hinormi, she frowned in disgust at the number of rescue missions pinned among the scarce notes that were actually there, but one caught her eye, no reward, for finding a farmer's child.

A warm land farmer's child at that, one of the people she hated, but the word that truly caught her eye was 'farm', farms were large, enough to be worth something at the very least and if not it would always look nice as flat, frozen land, perhaps an outpost that could be put to use recruiting more loyalists into the church of Ice. She tore the note off and grinned at the thought; a new outpost, another step towards blotting out the sun and another step towards a frozen world.

"Taking an interest in warm-landers, Lyesh?" a male's voice whispered behind her, "You're getting soft, maybe you should spend some time in the blizzard, clear your thoughts of that pathetic pity,"

"I refuse to help warm-landers and you know it, High Priest Nathan, but a farm is a large property as you may know and poor as the warm-landers may be, not affording a reward, they'll give me all the reward I need with their property, I'll turn it into another frozen outpost and we can bring more to our cause, we will freeze this world, whether it's in this life or the next, I assure you we will do it,"

"Such plans of Grandeur, be safe in your travels, priestess Lyesh, the prayers of the Frozen will be with you, send word and we shall have priests sent to accommodate the new recruitment post,"

"Of course, sir," she replied swiftly, the tone of the High Priest's voice suggested an order rather than advice, without another word she wandered out into the blizzard, her icy blade at her side her only supply, as was her custom. As she walked through the blinding snows she smiled to herself, her hair whipping about behind her, she felt content, happy even, the sort of happiness that would come to a warm-lander on a hot summer's day, she did not shiver, but were any to see her it would almost look as if she were taking sustenance and hope from the blizzard she wandered through. She sighed as she trudged onwards through the thigh-deep snow as if it were perfectly normal, not hiding her black wings yet, no, she would hide them when she reached warm ground.

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