Gaara was sat on top of a rock, propping one of his legs up to rest his chin against his knee. His expression was cold and unreadable as his gaze flickered around, looking down at the vast ocean as it calmed within the dark night. The soft breeze flowing in his auburn short hair, ruffling it up in the wind. Though, the sound of a sharp force and the sudden cold air that hit his skin him made his eyebrows crunch together in confusion. His gaze soon landed on you, ice spiking up out of the ground and surrounding your very being before shattering by a single flick of your finger. He sat there for a moment with the thought that you and him may be similar. Perhaps you also have a beast inside of you that allows you to control ice like how he can manipulate and control his sand. His eyes became a fraction wider before he slowly stood up, jumping down off from the rock and landing on the sandy beach with ease. “You possess the ability to manipulate ice, such as myself.”