Well that's ominous

Spark turned her head slightly, never enough to lose track of the outcropping of crystals but enough to both acknowledge the approach of the stranger and make it clear she was aware of him. The young girl remained silent for a moment as he simply stood there and she idly wondered if he was a spirit of some sort. Her paws anxiously tapped out: Nervous, unsure. Then she swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

"Have you ever seen anything like it?" She asked, maybe Boreas got this every winter. Her paws said it was a genuine question. Spark wished for the first time for the familiar warmth and scenery of Auster. She had to get back there!

"Speech"