Duskfire Glacier embracing the starlit fate

The strangers talked for a little bit, jabbing with little quips at one another - like a married couple - and then their sights turned to him. Posie smiled, although the motion was weak due to his face being numbed by the northern air. "My n-n-name is Prrr... Prrr... Primrose!" That took too much effort, darn it! But he was so cold by this point, sitting stationary among the ice. His chattering teeth had made it nearly impossible for him to say anything. "My friends c-call me P-p... Posie, though."

While the boy wasn't known for being subtle, or smart, he did trace a pointed look between Tyrr and his female companion - careful not to stare too long in to their eyes - as if to imply a question. Were they friends? They seemed friendly enough, and hadn't chased him away or anything. The boy licked his lips as if to speak further. Upon tasting the chill in the air, his tongue swiftly retreated and he, buckling down against the ground even further, tried to warm his toes with his feathery tail.