Tormented Tarns nascence

Turned out that she wasn't the only weary traveler around here. Winter had a surplus of sojourners, skinny and determined but sure to fatten up in the warmer months. Something about the harshness of it all sure drew out the intrepid and unfortunate. (She wasn't sure which company she belonged to, but she sure hoped it was the former.)
Harper had a pitiful excuse for a winter coat; she shivered miserably even as sunlight began to pour in. She quickened her pace. "Howdy sir, you lookin' for something?" The sun lit half of her face in a charming glow, striking one eye and turning it a remarkable bright yellow, highlighter-style. 
She doubted that he had a goal, but she reckoned that she could tag along with him. It was always interesting to get acquainted with wayward winter wanderers.