[b]A smile crept from her mask, barely visible under the cloth as she swiveled down from the tree and landed into the pale snow with a crunch.[/b] [i]"Best of luck..."[/i] [b]She mused, her voice soft and lyrical, almost like a hymn from old religious texts that held some kind of authority...[/b] [b]And with that, she trotted away, the ears on the hood of her cloak bouncing ever so slightly.[/b]