Qeya River Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?

So absorbed and delighted was she that she did not notice the other at all, not until they spoke. The voice stilled her leaping and playing, and she turned to face the sound, panting clouds of steam as she peered through the snow. The other drew closer and spoke again, and Quetzalli was able to pick them out among the flakes. She laughed, moving closer to the woman with friendly and open posture.

"Hola! Hello!" She replied, deciding to stick to english as much as she could since the woman had not spoken español. For all she knew, they didn't even speak it here. Luckily her parents had taught her english as well. "Yes! The nieve, the snow. I have never before seen it fall from the skies. Only on the ground, and only once I arrived here. Where I come from, snow is the fur of the mountains, it doesn't come down to touch anywhere else. Do you get it much here?" She paused, grinning warmly at the woman. Her tail gave a wave. "Disculpa amiga," She laughed suddenly, reazling she hadn't exchanged names. "I'm sorry. My name is Quetzalli, and you?"