Sawtooth Spire klettern

Schnee. Snow. The words, or word of different languages, rolled off her tongue as she mimicks her father. She did not know why sometimes there were two different names for one thing, though her father had explained 'languages' vaguely to her. A concept she did not yet begin to have an explanation for though understood for the most part. There were still many words to know, to learn...but for now...

Snow. The pale little girl spoke again, following after her dark father, tail waving wildly. She pounces into the snows as he does, yet jumps up with a sudden start and back. Cold, he had been very right. Nice. Yes, that too, and she found herself bouncing around and rolling in it just the same. Where from? How did this get here? Was there more?