As lonely as she was, the Arnorian girl was soon to forget it in her dreams. The little cave she had found was cold, and echoed the bellows of the wind outside, but it was free from it. Asleep she was confortable, that was until Éomeléo entered them. But even still, she was far too cozy under her double layers of cloak-'blankets' and garbs to rouse because of... well, nevermind.
There was a sound, something not unlike what she thought triggered the avalanche that nearly totalled her, and then another. Pulling the cloaks up over her poor wind-burnt face, two very long very wooden legs appeared on the outside of her little cave. It was Kafkalina, the ent. "My...word..." She whispered, not sure if she wanted to introduce herself to such a woody old thing when she was so unsure of her personality. No... that wouldn't do to go inviting an ent into her tiny little cave. It couldn't bend down low enough to enter or leave, and what about Valesseka? How could she relax with an oak tree smacking it's lips all night, or worse... snoring so loud that the ent itself sounded like it was... sawing wood.
"Um... Hello?" The girl squeaked, hoping to get no response. "Ent? Hello?"
Where is Éomeléo? 