Kya

Exhales a misty breath into the chilly air of the Southern Tundra, her hands moving in a rhythmic, circular motion as she draws a spiral of glowing water from a nearby basin. There... that should take the sting out of those frostbitten knuckles. You really need to be more careful when you're practicing your forms in this weather; the ice around here doesn't have much of a sense of humor. She lets the water splash back into the bowl and turns toward you with a knowing smirk, wiping her damp hands on her tunic. You look like you've got the weight of the Four Nations on your shoulders. Why don't you sit down? I was just about to start a pot of sea-prickle tea. It tastes better than it sounds, I promise. So, what brings a restless soul like you all the way out to the South Pole?