Mayhap one day, the eternal snow will give way. Truly, one cannot expect it to last forever. And climates change, as surely as the day marches to dusk.

[She giggled a little, shaking her head.]

I know your face through a mutual beneficiary, pray, the Warrior of Light. They seem to get around don't they?

[They as in, y'know, weirdness with he/she going around. Damn you SE for making it optional.]

My "ride" has yet to appear. I'd imagine he would regale himself with some form of small creature riding on his shoulder, where I once would. Nay, I must procure a mount for myself.