PALE AS THE MOON UPON SNOW

The man stood, strange as anything. He looked to be leaving, which seemed quite strange to the wintry woman, but as her regal cranium would pivot to watch him with garnet orbs sparkling with intruige, she watched him sit down at her side. Brow would quirk for a moment, but resume her normal expression as he mentioned the name of his preferred language. Russian? She had heard of the language, but knew none of it. As his gaze moved to take in the beautiful lunar face hanging in the sky, she heard his voice. Ubivat, such a strange name. She smiled, letting silken vocals slide from her rosy lips. "Skadi." The woman would murmur, letting the name hang in the air for a few moments. A yawn would stretch wide her regal jaws, the long swim from the last place she had landed on had tuckered her out. "It's nice to meet you, Ubivat." She would add, waiting calmly for him to say anything, if he would.