Slightly Better.

To her surprise the woman glides gracefully on the ice, spinning herself in a way that Fiamette has never seen before. Her brows furrow, curiosity apparent in her facial features as she watches in awe. How was she doing this without slipping? Quickly the woman becomes aware of her presence, her limb extending outward as she halts her circular movement. "Hello yourself," Fia responds, crimson eyes trailing over every inch of the serpents form. Her gold markings accented her slim features beautifully, and her crazy moves on the ice intrigued her. "No peticilar reason," she really didn't have a reason for being out here. "But I must ask- how did you do that?" She's never played on ice long enough to learn how to do something like that. Maybe this woman could teach her?