If The Sky Comes Falling Down

Winter is hard on all, and Aegira is no exception. The life of a rogue is far from anyone?s definition of easy. At the very least her light coast is easily disguised in the snow, and the girl has managed to get by tooth and nail, surviving off of rabbits and squirrels and rats. She doesn?t mind; she?s a survivor, has always been and will always be. Life will never come with ease to rogues, and this is something that she readily accepts. Today she finds herself with unexpected company, but not unwelcome. She moves closer, bi-colored eyes focus curiously upon his frame. ?Be careful, the dumb expression on your face might be contagious for your brain,? she teases. She moves closer, eager for some sort of interaction after long months of monotony. She cares little if she pisses him off or not; Aegira does not need friends, and she is capable of slaying her own enemies, even giant ones such as him.