[He nodded his head, smiling his wide-broad smile, blond hair falling into the front of his face and hiding his eyes as usual. His feet travelled him further around, stringing a pretty mess that lead to one string in case she was warned. Thankfully it wouldn't have to be used- thankfully for her at least, is his thinking if he knew.

His delicate fingers touched the branches, sliding the snow from it's bow in order to play with it in his fingers.]

Pretty at Christmas time without the snow? You don't have snow where you come from?