Blackbeak Bluff My mercury's in retrograde

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Her introduction is odd. She does not have a name? And yet she gives him one, albeit an ill-fitting one. "Snowe," he echoes. "You chose it for yourself," he guesses, voice gentle, though he does not pry further. He has come out of his shell a bit since joining Drageda, some of his natural curiousity blossoming - but he still does not feel the need to ask for more information than he is given in most circumstances. His interiority is his defining feature.

Still. "In my mother's tongue, we call snow.." he pauses, trying to recall the word, the way it fits in his mouth. "Neige." It is not too far off, he thinks, from noir, like the color of her pelage. The titan shifts, comfortable in her company, and glances out over the sea, imagining what winter will be like here.