Sleepy Fox Hollow By thee, old Capulet, and Montague

Snow? Sif peered skeptically at the dark woman, wondering if she knew what that word meant in the common tongue. It seemed a long shot, but perhaps she'd gotten 'snow' mixed up with 'soot'. To be polite, Sif held her tongue on this matter. She was the last person that needed to be giving language lessons, after all.

The girl looked briefly mournful at Snowe's next question. "Not yet. Scatter," she explained, a tiny tremor of longing shooting through her body. "Um. New. New find," she said, gesturing to the valley they stood in. "But - soon. Move here." Sif's ears perked and pointed toward the dark woman. "Do you live?" she asked, attempting to inquire after Snowe's home-situation.