Light flooded the castle, bouncing in jagged beams from crystal to crystal. It pooled over a frozen bed, crept across thin sheets, and danced on The Ice Witch's sightless eyes.
The few that dared enter her residence called it a beautiful sight- something Lissandra would never know. It festered spite in her heart; an envy she would never admit. But, she would often remind herself, she wielded powers few could even dream of.
Those powers gave her vision through ice. Her world was a ghost image- a world of edges and darkness. It had never stopped her, though. The Watchers would return, and she would rule with them.
For now, though, she would tolerate the League. It gave her valuable experience, and the Summoners didn't seem terribly concerned with what they gleaned of her plans.
Lissandra felt the summoner's grip lessen, her body sliding through the web of spells like melting ice. When her senses returned to her, she was back in her fortress.
Her thoughts slithered through the floors, extending and exploring the entirety of her demesne in moments. Through her 'sight', she saw nothing.
And yet, as her mind contracted, they caught briefly on something- not made of edges and darkness, nor of ice. It was a gap in her otherwise omnipotent vision.
She was not alone.
The Ice Witch let out a sigh, massaging the bridge of her nose. She knew who it was.
Thump. Thump.
"That insufferable..." she muttered, gliding through the halls. Her voice followed, echoing in the emptiness.
Coming closer to the gate, she clicked her tongue. Her true sight might be gone, but her hearing was impeccable- merely by judging the volume of her echoes, she could determine the shapes and distances of objects around her. She 'saw' precisely what she expected- that damnably insistent mountain man.
"Braum is here! Have gift for you!"
She sighed. She could never keep Braum out, and company was on occasion enjoyable. Her only concern was that this man- larger than any mortal had a right to be- was also the strongest being in the League. Another hurdle to jump over when the Watchers returned.
"Very well. Come in; I'd rather you not destroy my door again." She extended a tendril of willpower, commanding the ice gate to swing open.
Braum ducked as he stepped in, joy apparent in his voice. "Ah, if only Mother had known cure for blindness. Your castle sparkles like diamond!"
A wheel of what was probably goat's cheese was shoved into her slender hands. "You do not have to bring gifts, Braum. I have no need for them."
He laughed heartily, shattering the quiet cold of her home. "Bah! Braum's goats have best milk in world! You may not need gifts, but is polite thing to do. Besides, will make you grow big and strong, like Braum!"
A ghost image flashed in her mind- of her towering over her enemies, muscles rippling on her frame. Her lips twitched. "Quite the image. I am certainly done growing, though. Please, take a seat, while I put this away."
Braum stayed for only a short while, claiming a need to tend to his goats. In that time, though, he spoke in great detail of how to care for his herd. Such things were beneath Lissandra, but she found herself intrigued anyways.
Absently, she went to her cupboard- she did not need much food, nor care for such luxuries. Taking out Braum's cheese, she cut a slice- it had a hard rind and a somewhat soft core.
Tenatively, she slid a chunk of it into her cold mouth, rolling it on her tongue. Her eyes widened, and a faint smile graced her lips. "Thank you." She said, her whispery voice echoing through the empty halls.
