Blackfeather Woods She's Never Gonna Sing Them No More

"I'm afraid not," she said, a swing of the plume hitched itself against her leg for a moment, "I was born up north, where the snow could fall for days without end in my valley." She thought back to her home for a moment and wondered how her family held up. The wind was incredibly strong, with flecks of ice that could scratch one's eye if not careful. It was as if an ice dragon slumbered in her valley, and any who trekked through would face its wrath of winter.

"The mountains serve as a nice change, I love being able to see above everything. Makes me feel tall." Taller was probably a better word to use, Gracious was huge and didn't need to be any bigger than she was already. "Where do you come from?" He was quick to divert the conversation from him to her, though she was still curious about what he hid behind his back. What was there?