t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out.
There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see.
But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out.
Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over.
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Then it's something wrong with me?
[ They sound exasperated, but not... surprised. Almost as if this is a regular thing, in fact. An irritated pout wears their expression down as they reach an arm out - the golden alloy extending their hand until it's nearly in the fire itself. ]
Maybe I'm just not close enough to feel it.
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You are much closer than anyone would need to be, to feel the warmth of the flames. Though it is also true that I do not know what the physiology of a gem is like...
[ She squints at the makeshift campfire she's made. ]
Perhaps these flames are too meager?
[ So she takes Aestus Estus, her large crimson blade, and sticks it right into the fire, feeding it with the flames that form around her sword. ]
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[ Just adding that into the pile It's Complicated™. They rest their chin on their knees in defeated exhaustion, only to jerk upright in surprise when Saber takes hold of her blade to feed the campfire. ]
W—-wow, whoa-!! [ Even without feeling the heat, they retract their hand in a scrambled hurry when the flames grow in a panic that the alloy might melt. Forcefully, they laugh. ]
I-isn't this dangerous for humans? Won't you shrivel up or burn or something?
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[ She lifts the blade away from the fire, and the flames surrounding her blade die down, fading away entirely, while the fire she's feeding has grown. ]
Fret not, for I am not human. Besides, I would be utterly ashamed if I could not handle minor magecraft such as this.
[ She does not dabble in it much, save for making herself look flashy and cool with her fire magic. ]