[ If he knew her secret, he might expect it a little better. She helps herself up, brushing the snow off her back and hair with regret plain in her frown. Much too old for this... ]

You and yours must be able to see it better from such a high vantage point, but I realize it must have looked strange to see in action.

[ Let her... step around the imprint gently, gesturing with her hand. ]

Wings, and then a tail down below. Rudimentary as it is... it resembles something alike to a bird, does it not? Snowbird.