The viera woman gasped as she saw the forest being dusted with powdery snow. Not a great sight, but snow didn't often get too far past the forest canopy, so it wasn't like she'd be treading through snow for long. After all, the comfort of the forest was still better than snowy mountain crags or the biting wind of the coast. Before she could make a decision either way, she heard a voice that was calling out to her, quite clearly. Though the images that accompanied it were less familiar. It wasn't her home, but it did seem to be the voice of the forest. Perhaps. A voice at least. Though what was a summoner? Wasn't she the one being summoned to where the voice was coming from?<br/><br/>Despite her piling questions, curiosity was getting the better of her. And before she knew it, she was ankle-deep in snow, feeling the cold, wet feeling seep into the thin fabric of her leggings. It definitely was not practical snow wear. Perhaps it was her loneliness, but she had to seek out the voice. After all, the voice of the forest was benevolent, giving the viera a guiding hand in treacherous times. Perhaps this forest's voice simply had a more person-like form than the motherly warm feeling that had been the forest's voice of her home.