what a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree

Brrr, this cold was not her friend! She had come here looking for warm bodies to snuggle, but so far everyone seemed tied up in pack life. No fun there, when they had to go home in the end, putting them past borders and out of reach.

She skirted carefully around the swamp-like land beneath the swooping, tall trees. Dancing lightly across gnarly roots, and humming softly to herself as the colourful fae explored. Movement caught her eye, and drew her gaze to the stony-toned creature settled upon a coil of roots. She was like a little rock-sprite, nestled there. She was so small!

Perking up at the thought of finding a creature to admire her, she sauntered on over. “Do little forest sprites get cold?” she called as she approached, wiggling her brows and smiling daintily at the other creature.

"Speech"