"Not really, simply... wherever each road takes me. What of you?" Nara whispered softly. Her voice as always seemed to call forth winter in its sound but there was genuine warmth and curiosity as well. She was enjoying them for a reason she could not name... perhaps it was nothing more then they had called her kind. Because of the jarring power of her voice many assumed her cold and would leave it at that. She held the piece of fruit in one hand, seeming to have forgotten it.... or the fact they were standing in front of the buffet table.