Ooooh, if only Mera knew what Yifa had in store for her...the wicked little idea of forcing her to wear just that, nothing more.  Yifa would be well-acquainted with the effects of the North's weather.  She would know that, while warm enough in the shawl, Mera's nipples would harden in the chill, and that she would feel the tickle of any stray breeze between her legs.  But, that would come soon enough, oh yes, maybe even tonight.  "Of course," the man replied to her, saying the requisite lines in Skytongue.  It was pretty obvious, though, that he understood even without it.<br/><br/>"Well," the man said, starting their own conversation.  "I can tell you not from around here..."<br/><br/>"Prin-<em>cess</em>!"<br/><br/>Well, crap.  There went that 'possibility.'  Especially with an angry 'guard' a short distance away.