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Eden smiled upon learning that this woman, Quetzalli she called herself, was much kinder than the last. A few words of Spanish were exchanged, which Eden understood based on her own lessons as a child, though she was nowhere near fluent enough to encourage a conversation. It's alright, love. I'm Eden. And to answer your question — yes, these parts do get quite snowy year 'round. Thinking about it, Eden hadn't remembered a time in which snow wasn't a regular part of her life. She smiled as she reminesced on the times past, though her attention quickly snapped back to the femme before her. Are you alone? I can offer you a home, if you'd like. She smiled warmly and sat back on her haunches, though she braced herself should things take a turn for the worse.