Davis descended into the palace, his aura unrestricted.
One aura went silent, while two others hurriedly rushed to the entrance.
Frostrose arrived first, her long white hair streaming behind her with deep blue undertones that caught the pale northern light. The strands fell past her waist, partially bound by an ornate silver headpiece set with blue gems and a slender black pin, a crescent mark resting between her brows.
Her pale face held a composed expression, red-tinted eyeshadow, white eyes calm as she regarded him. She wore a dark blue and black robe cut low at the chest and layered with silver-blue embroidery of swirling symbols, the fabric open along one side to reveal a white skirt that clung and parted with her movement. Large white wings rested half-spread behind her shoulders, their feathers edged in soft blue, while dangling earrings and a circular ornament at her waist swayed lightly as she stepped forward and offered a small bow.
