Ascended(+++), Emily Snowfell, Heir of the Ducal House of Snowfell
Imperial Calendar: Year 1596, Month 4, Day 20
Northern Imperial City, Night
He is tall, with black hair and black eyes. His gaze is serene and calm, eyes like onyx, looking directly at me. There is no fear, no ill intent, no lust, no desire. He looks at me calmly, like a beautiful low tide... Fine and delicate features, skin almost as white as mine or even whiter. An aura full of uncertainty; I can't see through him. There is nothing I can discern. He is attractive, quite decent. The clothes he is wearing are too flashy; surely that has to do with Cristina. I notice something strange about him; I don't know what it is. It's night, but he seems almost invisible even to my eyes.
A strange feeling, an odd specimen. Where did you find this person, cousin?
- Your pet is very pretty.
