"I came from the Circle at Montsimmard. We were not allowed outside much, and certainly not to throw snowballs at each other. Before that, I came from a small village on Lake Celestine. It grew cold there, but hardly any snow fell. Not enough to engage in snowball fights, at least."

As she speaks, she tries and fails to comb her fingers through her hair. It's a complete disaster and she doesn't relish the idea of drawing her comb through it later.

"And you? No snow where you come from?"