[-Austria]

Here you go! Also, happy early birthday

Username: Ambrosia-Saffron
Pillowtail name: Agora
Gender: Female
Likes: Cool temps, frostbites, snoozing
Dislikes: Hot arid climates, tans, humans (?), and hot cocoa

Bio: Agora is really shy around humans, but carefully nurtures injured animals with the power of her frosty powers. She doesn't remember anything except that she's here. Living and breathing, but what is her purpose? Agora is constantly confused and searching for something, but what?

She feels sadness in her heart, as if she lost something. She finds herself wandering until she makes it to the clearing she woke up to. Unintentionally, as always. Agora would creep up to the small lake and stare at her reflection. The top layer of the frost gently covered the trickling water, and she would sniffle and tear up about being different. Everyone would hibernate, or migrate at this time of month and she was lonely. The clear crystalline liquid slid down from eyes to nose and made a nice plop sound as it hit the stream. It was hopeless. She dashed away from the brook and came upon four rocks. They were painted on of a little fox like creature like Agora and the wind carrying snow would beckon at her call. She sighed, and the wind whistled pat her ear. Agora pricked up her ears, could this be her? She focused carefully squinting, as a shard of ice came billowing through the ground at her command. Lightly she stepped on, as it towered over the clearing, showing a statue kissed by the winter cold, itself.

Thus, forwarding her to climb up and up and to come down softly and gently, as if flying. The wind itself put Agora down as she continued, proud of her new gift. She came up to the statue, and she blew on it, causing the white blanket to swoosh out of the way. Revealing herself. The cold stone even had a little engraving that said "Agora, the Winter Spirit, protector of our forest." And a little boy with a woman stood next to a tree as he whispered not so quietly, "Look Mommy! The Winter Spirit found her way back."
And finally, Agora realized that this was what she was searching for. This was her home. Where she belonged. She came up to the boy swaddled with clothes, his cheeks red and nose runny. And nuzzled him, lovingly, while his mother stood frozen in fear.

"Take care of him." Agora said and jumped on top of the statue, and the sky glittered and a miniture flurry of snow coated the tears of thankfulness glimmering in her eyes. She now remembered that she, Agora was the Winter Spirit, protecting the forest. And it would stay that way, forevermore.

[Ambrosia-Saffron]

RIP, man I just saw this. Thank you so much!

(I am the worst at seeing things)

And thank you, as I'm now a year older.