countless grains of sand -- open, snowbound visitors

[Beatrice]

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A gift? For their leader? Interesting. She was not aware that allies and neutrals alike brought their counterparts gifts, but then again, she was new to all of this. She was fairly young (though not incredibly so), and she was very new to the whole idea of alliances, neutralities, and enemies. She made a mental note about gift-giving since the Beast had not offered her this bit of information.

Melantha. The girl repeated the name in her mind, toying with it in order to remember it. She silently observed the other for a few moments, sizing she and her soul up. It was strong, determined. It was the soul of someone so incredibly loyal that it could perhaps ultimately be limiting. Before she would allow the Beast to further taint her mind with the idea of stealing the Snowseeker's soul -- or attempting it --, she barked, [b]"Nice to meet you, Melantha. As for Pincher, I'm sure he'll be here soon. If he's not, I'll run and get him." He had to show soon. After all, wasn't he rather fond of Snowbound's leader, Jacob? Or were those just rumors that traversed the grapevine? Only time would tell, she supposed.

As Melantha explained her co-traveler would introduce herself, Bea turned to gaze at her.
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