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[blondrussianspy]

The snow was gone. All of it, gone. It was hot out, mostly sunny, though every few days they'd be pelted on and off for hours with fat, warm rain drops falling from barely-grey clouds that would then be blown on out over the water by the breeze off the sea

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[a_royal_bastard]

Alistair never was comfortable not knowing the lay of any land well. He knew enough that half of the island was off limits because of strange beasts there, but this other half, the inhabited half, had more than enough for him to explore for now.

He'd been walking along one of the paths, Duncan at his side. The hound was taking well to this environment, though his daily presents of dead animals was getting a little old. It was he that noticed the stranger walking toward them.

"Greetings," he said politely, glancing at Duncan to make sure he wasn't going over to the woman. In Ferelden, a Mabari wasn't something to be feared unless you were purposely attempting to anger it. Here, though, he knew the dog's size alone might worry some. "Nice day, isn't it?"

[blondrussianspy]

Natalya stopped walking and closed her eyes, frowning. It was going to take a lot not to be snappish at people who didn't deserve it, friends and strangers both. She dropped her hand from the back of her neck and looked at the young man who'd addressed her- and hesitated. He was the spitting image of, what was his name. Sarah's boyfriend's sister's husband.

She had to spare a moment to be impressed by the complexity of her social network here, at least compared to how things had stood back home.

"So it is seems everyone think, save me," she replied. She paused in her next step, eyes falling on the... dog... beside him. He was comparable in size to the large wolves that were running about, but his build was completely different. It had to be all the Americans- everything seemed to grow larger, here.

[a_royal_bastard]

"Not a fan of the climate?" he asked, and if he noticed the frown, he didn't act like it. "I think I might appreciate it a little more after nearly getting frostbite here not long ago. Waking up in an unfamiliar, snowy place with nearly nothing on tends to do that, I was told. Funny, that."

Duncan, sensing they weren't moving on, sat down besides Alistair, eying the woman with an obvious interest.

[blondrussianspy]

She felt her lips tugging up a little, and had to allow herself a smile. It was nice, finding someone who was amiable about it and not trying to proselytize the glories of the tropics. She was also amused that he'd apparently turned up naked in the snow.

"Where I am from, is much snow. To be with nearly nothing on is unwise, unless you are having hot spring or warm place that is- close by hands." She was was eighty percent sure that was the correct expression.