The Savant had ventured in her feral form today, favoring the balance of four feet as opposed to two. She was better able to maneuver through snowbanks now, although she did acknowledge that her shorter stature also had some drawbacks. The woman, however lithe and somewhat graceful when she navigated through the snow, could not see above some of the higher piles. She exhaled, her breath coming out in a cool stream of fog.
Geneva felt as though she dwelt in a place that was "in-between." She was currently in the northern part of Halifax, just a few feet from the part that Phoenix Valley had claimed. Trees and vines tangled with manmade ruins, as though nature was trying to take over what man had wrought and ruined. Lime green eyes studied these figures in silence, and the air was still.