Her snapping black eyes contrasted with the snow, and her pale skin. This did not suit her, he knew. She was filled with life, with fervour – but it was buried deep in the puzzling eyes and polite exterior. The man had talked to her; he had tried to understand the complex maze of emotional yet emotionless. Her outer, thick kimono flapped in the wind as she walked with small steps toward him, and he held his breath ever so slightly. Was she on the verge of saying something? No; the eyes turned downward, and she covered her white, soft-featured face.