In blossom, a fragile, three-petaled flower, as translucent as new-frozen ice, is lifted towards the sky by a slender stalk of a pale, translucent green, enwrapped from below by three leaves of the same pale green, as if the flower itself were a butterfly to be supported with the most gentle of touches.
Surviving only a few short weeks in the arctic, in the deepest parts of Winter, Glacier’s Sigh is remarkably sensitive to the heat, melting away at human touch, and even the heat of the breath of a man many feet away is enough to cause it to droop and wilt, rendering it nearly impossible to cultivate. More, it will only take root in fresh-fallen snow, never melted and untrod upon.
However, the Glacier’s Breath is not without it’s tenders in the wild, as it is a favored decoration for the fae of the Winter, who’s icy touch can handle it without destroying it.
Over the millenia, the flower has slowly absorbed a small portion of the fae tender’s magic, so exposed as it has been. Thusly, it is prized by wizards and alchemists, who can use it to invoke youth and ephemerability. Properly distilled, an elixer of the essence of Glacier’s Sigh will bestow youth upon the drinker, but also cause them to age far more rapidly.