She couldn't help the surprise that he'd never seen snow. After all, the forest he came from was in Ferelden. She didn't know that anywhere in Ferelden didn't get snow, though she'd never been in the forest during winter, or any time before now really. But it was strange to think there was this little island of warmth in the middle of the continent.
It would certainly be a shock to Faer and his friend, the first winter they spent away from their home. Thankfully it was approaching summer now, so they had time to get used to all the other changes that would come with living in what was essentially a human world.
Imenry couldn't help but agree with his assessment that his clan and her village had gone about survival in a similar way. In fact, they had more similarities than he realized, though it wasn't really something she could share openly with anyone. She couldn't tell him about her gods, or many of their traditions, or the way that the village had been wiped out, for the same reasons that the initial holy war had been waged against his kind.
Instead she simply addressed his question. "I did like living there. I was born there, so I never knew anything different. The cold was something you were used to. Of course it made some things difficult. Babies born without strong enough constitutions won't survive their first year. Everyone has to work, to contribute in some way. We all needed one another to survive, so there weren't many issues with petty arguments among the villagers. And my family was there, so I was happy."
She shrugged easily, though the mere mention of her family brought a twinge of pain to her chest. She turned to Faer. "What about you? Does your family remain behind with the clan? I'm sure you must miss them."