Bobby
In the streets of Northwind a cloaked figure walked the streets aimlessly, a large hound accompanying his side as the cold air strode past against him making his cloak wave against the wind. Leon always liked the cold, the heat just reminded him of his tropical home and as such he felt as if the heat was inescapable but the cold? The cold. It was utterly calming as he felt escape from it. Leon looks to his side to see that his dog was not there, only to hear the laughing of children a few feet away from him at his back. "Gods damn it not again" Leon muttered as he walked back towards Pinky on her back being petted by three children. With a sharp whistle Pinky then proceeds to get to her feet and refollow her master as Leon stalked ever on forward, Why was he even here? To find his patriarchal side's family? What would he even say to them? Hello there, im the bastard son of Admiral Baelon pleasure to meet you? Thinking of it made him chuckle slightly as he then proceeded to heave a sigh. "That's never going to work" He muttered as he thought that even now he was still searching for acceptance he never got from anyone.
Frankie
The streets of Iron Gate or the high mountains of the surrounding countryside. In either location, Amaryllis was perfectly comfortable and at home. It made sense though, really, as she spent about half of the year, winter, in the city, and the other half, summer, in the mountains above with her flocks. She had brought her flocks down just recently and was settled in for the winter with them, having sold off some of the stock to make it through the winter and because demand always rose when people had to face the harsh realities of a Northwind winter. 
She was at home in the cold too. In fact, she'd never felt a temperature above 60 in her entire life, and given that Northwind was so far north, even summers were short and generally cloudy. Seldom had she felt the full kiss of the sun, and it showed in her pale skin and pale face, save for the bright rosy cheeks that came from the touch of Old Man Winter. 
Her gloves were thick wool, woven from that of her own sheep, and a matching hat, scarf, and jacket kept her warm as she scurried along through the streets towards the barn where her flock was kept for the winter, on the outskirts of town. 
She was so preoccupied with her own thoughts, however, that she didn't immediately notice the cloaked figure nearby, nor the huge white dog that looked like a giant snowdrift itself.
Bobby
Leon sat at the streetside, illuminated by the torches that the people illuminated- captivated by the thoughts of his past and the acceptance he so desperately craves only for Pinky to put her head onto his right lap, as she did so he remembers the memory of his brother teaching him how to shoot a bow- he was never really good at it, *"Breathe in and out, aim with your mind and not with your eyes"* Said his elder brother as he shot a hurried arrow hurriedly. "Crap" Leon bellowed as his shot went wide against a stationary target that was only 20 yards away. His older brother let out a hearty laugh- he was 6 years older than him, thinner yet more muscular as his hair flowed with the wind and his emerald green eyes shone in the sun, oh how he missed those days. He then snaps at himself, only to find Pinky gone. The lumbering dog then goes on towards the shepherdess mistaking her small stature as her being a child, it then goes towards her circling and blocking the path, and then proceeding to reach towards her figure only for its paws to lighlty tap her upper body. It seems as if Leon has not hunted for awhile and the dog had pent up energy- "Oh for heaven's sake not again" Bellowed Leon.
Frankie
During the winter months, safely in the heart of Iron Gate, Amaryllis let her guard down. Here, she was no longer on the lookout for predators that might be after her flock, so she allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts and relax considerably more. It was for this reason that she didn't notice Pinky as the great white dog loped towards her. Well, that was until the dog was right in front of her. Amaryllis only had time for a brief, faint squeak of fear before the dog's paws tapped against her, though she felt foolish just a second later for being afraid of the dog. Clearly, this dog was just looking for a friend! She blushed a little then and hesitantly reached down to pet the pup, glancing around for its owner. She might feel a little sheepish for being afraid of the dog, but admittedly, the dog was huge and was easily taller than Amaryllis' hip! At Leon's exclamation, Amaryllis' eyes finally located the owner, and she smiled at him as she said, "I take it this is your dog? Well, if you can call it that. It's more like a huge white bear!"
Bobby
Leon just nods and takes out a small collar from within a pouch in his back and places it around Pinky's neck. "Yes, i apologize for her behavior we haven't hunted for awhile, the razorbacks have been hard game and recently demand has been at a low," He then peers towards the small woman- it was hard to believe that she wasn't a dwarf with her stature even Leon thought that she was a mere child, "Oh im sorry for getting ahead of myself the name's Leon Mam" He then proceeded to remove his hood a sign of respect so that the girl may see his face, it would be rude not to present one's self properly. Leon's ears were a dead give away that he was an elf that combined with the fact that he had long silver hair and blue green eyes, it was clear that he was cold but he did not seem to mind, "Forgive me the cold is not this harsh in my homeland- not even during the winter" He said as his silver locks blew against the wind.
Frankie
Pinky snuffled a bit at Amaryllis' mitted hands and gave them a brief lick, which she couldn't help but smile at. With the reassurance of the owner and the dog's collar, along with how friendly it behaved, she found that she could relax and appreciate the magnificence of a creature such as this. She continued to give the dog warm, loving pats as it leaned against her, though she did turn her attention to Leon as he introduced himself. As his hood came down, she couldn't help but stare at him. Namely his ears. She'd heard of elves in rumors and stories before, but had never actually met one and had genuinely believed that perhaps they didn't even exist. Until now. Despite her best attempt to have good manners, she couldn't help but stare openly for several moments as her brain attempted to register this anomaly in her world, and it made her falter before she finally managed to hold out her hand and stammer, "P-pleasure to meet you, Leon. I'm Amaryllis." Still staring a little, she did manage to put on a warm and what she hoped was a welcoming smile as well, while also hoping that the poor elf hadn't realized she was staring at him. It was a bit hard to hide though... "Where are you from, if I might ask?"
Bobby
As she held out her hand Leon paused, only to remember that it was a custom in this land to shake the hands of people, a sign of courtesy. There had always been times he was lectured about courteousness, he decided to extend his own hand to meet hers, whilst Pinky circled her and rubbed her head against her skirt as if she was asking more pats, "You can say im from an island far east called Sinas" He said as he firmly shook her hand.
A land from beyond the sea? So far east it's actually west?. He did not know how to explain it to her as it wasn't common for strangers to be this nice to him, those with sharp eyes and even sharper intellect would discern in seconds whether he was a pure elf or not, but these were few of the times that he was thankful to be regarded as an elf and not a half breed mutt. "May i have the pleasure of knowing what city you are from miss? Or are you a local of this cold land?" Leon then proceeded to pull on Pinky's leash as he saw that the hound was beginning to circle her, "Alright that's enough" He said as Pinky then walked up to his side.
Frankie
It was a good thing that Leon stopped Pinky from circling around her again, or else the leash would have wrapped up around Amaryllis' legs and likely would have sent her sprawling back into the middle of a snowdrift. She smiled warmly at both dog and owner, replying, "I'm a local! Born and bred right here in Iron Gate, though I spend part of the year in the hills with my flocks." She liked to think of herself as a friendly person, welcoming f strangers and the like. Admittedly, she was only here in the winter for the most part, when there weren't many strangers at all, which was part of the reason for the staring. She didn't get to see people that weren't your average Iron Gate resident very often. 
"An island..." She mused after a brief pause, clearly toying with the idea a bit. What would such a place be like? Warm and sunny, she imagined. An island paradise. Fruits year round, maybe? She grew tired of the bland winter diet here sometimes.
Alas, she knew she'd never leave this place. It wasn't meant to be, really. She snapped herself from her musings as she noticed that Leon wasn't wearing any gloves and had removed his hat, which she quickly admonished him for, fussing, "Put your hat back on! You'll catch your death out here if you're not bundled up. And you need gloves too! Don't you have any?"
Bobby
Leon looked back onto his rough hands and was agreed, "I like the cold, heat is inescapable the absence of it is calming" He said lightly before Pinky sat down to his right side, "Island Paradise? Well, i guess you could say that much like the way that your homeland is a good home for sheep and othe beasts of the land, the tropical heat is exhausting." He then puts his hood back on, surprised at her sudden assertiveness. He then smiles at her naivete towards a foreign land and how humans have tried to reach it for years. *Oh how i wish i could take you there, i don't think you'd like the people though" He said as he finished putting his hood back on to shelter himself from the cold. "Im afraid i don't have any gloves however, im not exactly well adapted for this climate"
Frankie
Briefly, Amaryllis wondered why she wouldn't like the people there. Admittedly, there were few people in this world that she didn't like, and for the most part, she was friendly with everyone. Still, she decided not to ask further. Certainly, there were perks of both climates, and it was probably better if people just stayed where they were born and didn't try to roam too far. That was, after all, the natural order of things. She'd never be anything more than a shepherdess and she'd never leave Iron Gate, just as most from other places never changed occupations or left their homes. 
When he said he didn't have any gloves though, she immediately took compassion on him. She didn't like to see things suffer, and if things got any colder, Leon would definitely be suffering. Northwind could certainly be brutal in the winter, even here in the city. She glanced towards the barn once more, then directed her gaze to Leon once again as she said warmly, "Come with me, if you'd like. I'll get you some warmer clothes and such."
She still needed to go do her chores and tend to the sheep and goats, but they could wait for at least a few more minutes while she helped a stranger. Besides, it was always good to have sentient company that she could actually carry out a conversation with. Sheep and goats weren't much for talking, and the rest of the city generally didn't pay the young woman any mind. She was, after all, just a shepherdess, and the scent of lanolin clung to her flesh and her hair and her clothes. No one would ever see her as anything more, and most people avoided her because of the smell and the stigma associated with her occupation. She'd have been more popular if she were a whore, especially in the long winter months, when cabin fever bred all sorts of vices...