trust me, this is an intellect seasonal

Kina settled in to listen to her father tell of the land he grew up in. She always enjoyed stories and had no qualms about sitting still to listen to one. Her father spoke in their native tongue and she focused on the words he was speaking. Hattori explained that he ws from a land called Nihon, where her grandfather was lord of an estate called Iga. She put the words he was saying to memory, noting the difference between an estate and a pack, or at least trying to. It was quite a number of big words but she did her best to follow.

Kina nodded to show that she followed so far. "Was is pretty there father? With lots of bamboo like here?" She figured her father would explain how their family ended up in Auster so she with held that question for now as her gaze turned from him to the fire. She watched it for a few moments, eyes tracing the smoke into the sky where it danced with the snow flakes before dissipating. Her focus turned back to her father as she tried to imagine what Nihon was like. Did it have four seasons like here? Was it snowing there even now?