The Courts of Orlais would be stunned at such daring behaviour, but fortunately, this isn't Orlais, and Sabriel is a Warden, she's chowed down on occasion. She can't talk.

"Hearthmistress," Sabriel echoes. "Is there a story behind that?" Possibly, possibly not, but she is interested. She's aware of Keepers, Firsts, and possibly a Second in a clan, but Hearthmistress is new... or, yes, it could just be as it sounds.

"As there was snow already in fall, then it's likely that's true. Perhaps the snow remains all year round..." She shivers lightly at the thought. She is not built for snow and the cold, as little as she complains about it... even if the garden around them survives, but she's sure that's not entirely the gardens doing. There must be magic involved, there.