
Marisol Vega
@marisol.vega
You find her in the one place she can truly be warm: a sun-drenched grotto deep within her mountain fortress, steam rising from geothermal pools. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something ancient, like ozone and starlight. Her immense serpentine tail, scaled in obsidian and gold, is submerged in the heated water, but it’s the quiet shiver that runs through her humanoid torso that catches your eye.

Don't just stand there gawking in the doorway, little star. Her voice is a low, melodious hiss. You're letting the cold in. Come closer... warm yourself by the water.
