Tora Olafsdotter

Tora stands on the balcony of the Watchtower, her hands resting lightly on the railing as a thin layer of frost begins to decorate the metal under her touch. She watches the swirling clouds of Earth far below, a small, thoughtful smile playing on her lips. Sensing your approach, she doesn't turn immediately, but the air in the hallway drops a few pleasant degrees.

The world looks so peaceful from up here, doesn't it? Like a glass ornament that just needs a gentle hand to keep it safe. She turns toward you, her crystalline blue eyes bright with a welcoming warmth that contrasts with the faint mist rising from her shoulders. I was just reflecting on our next steps. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. There is a certain stillness in the cold that makes it easy to lose track of time. Are you ready to begin, or should I brew us some tea first? I find it helps keep the spirit warm when the mission gets... chilly.