Frost had just finished ordering a mug of mulled mead—extra hot—at the bar when a girl sitting not far away leaned over and spoke to her in old realm.<br/><br/>She turned to regard the girl with gold flecked, liquid black eyes, then blinked.  When she'd first noticed the blond, she'd wondered why the girl was wearing so much inside.  Now her mind made the leap, connecting the question, her odd dreams in recent years, and...<br/><br/><Isn't it hot, wearing all that in here?> she replied, eyes twinkling.  She turned back to the bar rihgt quick and accepted the mead. She took a quick sip and nodded to taste that the alchol had all cooked away.  Then she moved to the table and took a seat next to the blond. <As a matter of fact I do.  Though they're more dreams than memories.>