'Is that the formidable centaur from before?'
"Hello," said Tristana as she bowed. "I'm Lady Tristana from the Ice Empire."
She didn't know why the hero was here at this hour, but it was essential to show basic courtesy. As an aristocrat, etiquette was everything.
Ferula shyly walked into the room and stared at Tristana.
"Sister Tristana, I'm Ferula."
Ferula couldn't contain her curiosity anymore. "Are you really from the Ice Empire? Mother said it always snows there! Is that true? What does snow look like?"
Tristana was a little stunned by so many questions. The centaur was like a young, curious child.
"It does snow all the time," said Tristana kindly. "The snow is like… cotton, except it's very cold to the touch. When it falls on the ground, it covers everything in white. Like a… cotton blanket."
