Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door [o, SNOWBOUND AMBASSADOR]

[Mama]

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“Oh,” the soft sound of surprise escaped her before she had a chance to stop it, eyes widening some small fraction. Largely contained to the barren landscape of a desert the cougar had little experience with ice or snow and so the mere idea of it was largely foreign to her though some travellers had spoken of it before, of the frigid temperatures of both. As he continued to speak she found her mind wandering, thinking upon exactly what this snow was like. Surely it was not as cold as he made it seem, but then why would so many lie of such, each experience seemingly the same. “Thank you for the invitation to the events.” The hearthkeeper held no ability to accept or deny the invitation and so went to the route available to her, offering a slight tight smile.