Dray kept going and telling the tale of the snow goddess. He had about four adults and well over thirty kids. He would tell more later. He was skilled as a storyteller. Skilled in ways no one would ever be able to imagine. He heard her sing as he made his way up. Then she exited her cave. He was cold but didn't show it. He had spent very little time inside. He looked up as he saw her. His eyes tired yet filled with happiness to see her looking healthy. SHe seemed more alive and that is what he had been going for. Looking at her as he stands back up. "About four adults. Well over thirty kids." He says softly. Coughing a tiny bit. "Throat is tired. Did a lot of talking. Story weaving and story telling." He says sleepily.