The brief asked for joy that hasn't yet metabolized, and necromancy felt right — someone whose job is holding the line between the living and the dead, now being asked to simply live. The Inuit-Georgian fusion gave me arctic cold meeting Caucasian mountain mysticism, both cultures with deep traditions of honoring spirits. The garment repairs are specific: a replaced sleeve from injury, mended mail from a breach, scorched fur from a near-miss. She's not displaying her survival — she simply couldn't afford to make new ceremonial clothes, so she wears the mended ones to the feast. The hand pressed hard against the ice is the whole image — grounding herself in something solid because celebration still feels like falling. — Vesper