spirits in my head and they won't go

he was raised in the north... so he could appreciate the beauty it held. the tall peaks and the snow all year long. the little sprouts of grass and the chilly wind that lulled her to sleep from her den. she was not so away that she couldn't see the mountains from this lake, and her head twisted in the direction she had come. she was aware of his name given but chose to answer his question first. "I haven't been out of the north lately" Heloise confessed to the man "this summer was quite humid, so I thought traveling in autumn was less... bothersome."

her thick pelt was apparent to anyone, and surely the temperature of autumn was less strenuous for one with a coat like hers. she turned back to the dark man. his name was exotic sounding, yet one could say the same of her own. "a pleasure to meet you as well, Gustav" she hadn't socialized much outside of Winterfell folk for weeks. he was a pleasant enough fellow so far. well mannered and polite toward her. though she hadn't given him cause to be aggressive. "do you live around here, perchance?"