Frostfire on the  Moss  moves down the steep slope from upper rocks to lower, sliding and catching herself on tree trunks ay the end of the slide.
    You could say that she was dressed commonly in a coif, peasant shirt, and a short peasant skirt with some kind of trousers underneath. though on her back is a long object wrapped in oilcloth sitting next to rather large backpack, and blankets roll tied underneath. Over this burdan she has a short hooded cape with the hood laying down as a collar.
   A Second look seems a little bit different The Peasant shirt and skirt are leather soft supple but instead of embroidery with waxed leather beaded decoration.   The coif or kerchief covering her hair is furred leather with two unfolds on top, which gives a little bit of an illusion of cat years. Instead of being so with the  the joint of the leather fabric are laced with complicated braids. Oddly the braided leather belt that she wears is tied in back and one end trails down her leather beaded skirt, rather oddly a small hand scythe is stuck in the belt.
  She has tan skin, blue eyes, and red auburn eyebrows.   looking down from a high perch she sees a trail with Two-foot  walking on it,  skipping she continues on heading to the direction of the trail and Strange New two feet.
      Frostfire was fascinated by the many things that needed to be done for two feet to travel.  She discovered the oxen seemed nervous at the smells that clung to her.  She was so fascinated by the strange things she barely noticed a sudden shifting dizziness.  Frostfire was watching the short heavy two foot when he changed, not sure if this was normal 'He' turned and looked at Nalia only to find 'Him' even more changed.  Startled Frostfire turned to the others in the party only to find himself looking at two females with completely unaccustomed interest.  Putting his hands to his mouth as often to stifle giggles Frostfire was startled into silence at finding hair on his chin.  Looking down cross-eyed he pushed the bright red hair of the beard up enough to look at it.  A puzzled look crossed his face and he loosened the helms chin strap slipping it off his head. As the hair fell to his waist any looking at him realized where his name came from the red hair glittered in the sunlight actually like a red morning sun of frost.  He reached his hand behind bringing some of the glittering mass to his face comparing the beard and hair a puzzled look came to his face again. Little did he know he had now joined the group of men throughout the ages and eons who have wondered why their beard looked so different from their hair? And the giggle- slipped- out- only that was wrong too it was a laugh a deep happy carefree laugh. A Male Laugh!
   Suddenly looking furtive he checked, Yes, Ohm he, alright. He laughed again then started to Dance a wild pouncing, leaping, twirling dance sometimes the weapons were out swinging, slicing, lunging, others they were back in place.  Finally he stopped, panting.

   Looking around he finally settled on looking at Nalia as looking at the females was unsettling.  He grinned and said; "What a Wonderful Story."