<span style="font-style: italic">Even though the human had said nothing, not a single word towards her, she could tell that the woman had seen her. Saw her standing there, knew she was in that flurry of snow. To be honest, even though she had longed for that to happen, now that it had she had no idea how she felt of it, was it a good feeling, or one of prolonged melancholy? Whatever it was, she couldn't grasp at it long enough to figure it out.<br/><br/>Eyes follow the movements of the human, seeing that the woman was attempting to lead her to somewhere else. Was it a trap? Was this lady like the hunters she knew all too well? Or was this someone different? Either way, the lady was different, that much the frozen girl knew. Unsure of what to do, she decided to just follow after the woman, knowing that if anything happened, she could escape easily. But deep inside she hoped that wouldn't happen.<br/><br/>Her feet take her wherever the woman led, wondering just what was in store. In each footstep an icy patch appeared in the shape of a snowflake, glittering in the lamps that lined the street. What was going to happen, now that someone was actually interacting with her? Would she find what she was looking for? Or would this just lead down another empty path, like all of the others had? Sighing softly, a gentle breeze of wind passes by right as she does so, causing the snow at their feet to shift, and the snow in the air to dance, a flurry as some might call it.<br/><br/>Deep in the cold emptiness where her heart should have been, she longed to find some answers, longed to reach that place she wanted. To find what she so desperately seeking. But she knew not to hold too firmly to this, as so often she'd been disappointed.<br/><br/>When they finally reach to wherever the human was leading, the girl stops in her tracks, keeping a safe distance between them. Her golden eyes gaze blankly at the woman, her hands clasped in front of her dress. Saying nothing, waiting for the female to speak up first. It was always her custom to do such things, not speak until spoken to. That, and she was a bit on the shy side. So, with snow dusted eyelashes and icy skin, she stood there, just a faint breeze sweeping past them with every breath she took.<br/><br/>What was going to happen?</span>