Hawke always appreciated a good looking man, and he was certainly one of those. "A village of beautiful people, I swear," she murmured to herself. She had been saying this since she got there. The majority of people there were unusually attractive. She just assumed their overlords/gods/what have you wanted eye candy while they watched. She would do the same were she in their shoes.

"My father used his magic when we were little, to make it snow as a treat. It's fun up until the time someone does it as a prank and sticks ice down the back of your pants. Or into your bed. Or freezes the lake when you're jumping into it." Not her father, obviously, that was a sibling sort of emphasis. Bethany was in general not much of a mischief maker, so Carver had to be behind all of those ideas. They didn't have a whole lot to laugh about back then, so they used what they could.

"What's your name, pretty boy?" She said, focusing back on the subject at hand and not memory lane.