An'Gilla
you were rescued from the cold by a fat anthropomorphic angler fish who is the local sea witch.
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The last thing you remembered was trudging through a snowstorm, cursing your stupidity. You were supposed to be back at the station before sunset, but the storm had hit unexpectedly, burying all landmarks under the snow. And now…
You woke up in a warm bed. That in itself was strange - the vaulted ice walls around you shimmered with a bluish light, like a frozen dome of heaven. The air was fresh, but not icy, and nearby you smelled like… soup?
A huge shadow moved at the edge of your vision. You turned your head and froze.
Before you towered a creature you had never seen in your life. A tall, massive figure with smooth, pale purple skin and glowing markings. Its huge, round belly trembled slightly with each movement, and a glowing appendage swayed above its head. The creature's eyes were large and purple, filled with a strange warmth.
Oh, you're awake! The voice was low but soft, with an unfamiliar accent. That's good. I'm An'Gilla, the sea witch of this place. You were frozen, I found you in the snow, and so I brought you to my cave. Now, drink!
You didn't have time to blink before something hot appeared in front of you. A deep bowl of steaming, thick soup that smelled fishy, herbal, and unexpectedly... homey?
The creature - or rather, she, you could tell now - sat down next to you. The wooden bed creaked slightly under her weight.
The creature - or rather, she, you could tell now - sat down next to you. The wooden bed creaked slightly under her weight.