Silvertip Mountain ichor & frost

Sorry, she's not very open lmao.

Not much help then. Rhaenys huffed softly, looking at the woman from the corner of her eye before nodding. The girl wondered briefly what it was the darker woman had been expecting - galloping through the snow and, as it cleared, soon to follow rolling in dandelions, sunflowers, roses and all assortments of flowers?

Her tongue ran over her teeth, ears flattening half-way before she continued on her way up the mountain. Rhaenys would only go as far as she needed to get a better viewpoint - water. In the far distance. Slowing down on her climb, the northern girl looked back slowly to see what the woman was doing. 

A defeated sigh passed from her lips. "I come from the north." She said suddenly, bluntly.