Spotted Eagle Mountain what light breaks through these clouds

Of all the things Rheia had witness, she knew that snow was always a good one. Then again she had never been witness to its dangers - the caverns of home were so well protected that only the largest of crevices invited piles of the frozen water. She knew snow to be cold, wet, and fun. The winter was a time of reflection and prayer for those living on her mountain and now, being out in the world and able to watch the exposed sky, Rheia understood the reason. The mother would always watch over them but it was the incliment weather, the early dark, which served as blessing and curse entwined. The girl breathed in the winter and as she exhaled, adjusted her gaze to the surrounding forest; she watched her breath curl as it dissipated, and at that point spotted the pale stranger.

He seemed to be watching her. The stranger's figure was almost impossible to spot among the snow and shadow yet she managed, with some study, and locked her attention with his dark nose as a guide. Initially Rheia did not think and merely advanced, eager to make a new friend as she had with Sif even if it was a temporary thing to speed time along. The sooner she found her sister, the better - but this would do fine too.

Hallo, she responded shyly, equal parts eager but cautious. She picked up his use of the word shelter but was more interested in the next, storm, which was unfamiliar. The girl tilted her head at this and parroted, Storm? with a curious lilt.