Immune to the cold itself it was more the sudden lift of her snow white hair that caught the young Fealira's attention. She glanced to the door, expecting the dragon to have decided to enter only to see the mysterious man. He did not have the aura of one who wished to be approached at this point so she shrugged and let her own crystal blue eyes slip to the more feminine man in front of her. They were quite a contrast already, really she thought absently. She was more curious, however, how Alai would react to her slip. Her native tongue was still far easier for her... even if no one who was not Fealira born and raised knew it.