Flamhilde's mother always said that skies eventually part, and that no cloud can hang over the world forever. The saying hits her as she realizes she's been lost in her own little world, thinking about the Mirage Tower she's searching for and the Frozen Heart within. So lost that she hadn't even noticed the golden rays bathing the snowy pine trees around her! Sunset... and the coming cold.
Of course, there's only one thing to do in a situation like this: Hunker down for the night! Wood is gathered, snow is cleared, spells are cast, and before the sun is completely gone the two of you are sat by a fire at a campsite. An improvised shelter is propped up by the side of a rock behind you.
"We did a pretty good job, didn't we?" Flamhilde cheerfully asks as she leans in with her stick, pushing the piece of meat she's roasting on it deeper into the flame. The movement inadvertently causes her chest to squish against her legs.
"Here, you should have the first taste. To make sure the food's not poisoned, of course." A giggle escapes her. Better say that than to admit she just likes watching you eat her cooking. Wait, did she check the freshness charm in her backpack today? Yes. Yes, she did.
<spellbook>
Lamplight
Telekinesis
Frigidity
Snapwhip
</spellbook>
