Luana approached the girl in the bleached hood of white with relative haste, both eager to rest her feet in a Dojo cottage infatuated by the hearth's head, and to identify the new figure. She grinned and waved lightly, before stuffing her hands under the folds of her warm cloth armor to keep warm in the biting cold terrain. "Hello," she spoke over the raging blizzard, opting to take the more peaceful approach. However, she was unsure of whether or not the woman similar in stature and fairness to her was one of the Sensei's she heard such praise of.