"Oh honestly it's fine." He smiles at her. He didn't really know what to say. "Snows pretty isn't it?" He says as he looks at a falling flake. He snaps his finger and it stops, a red energy seeming to stop it, it didn't melt, it hovered. It moves towards him. He grabs it in his hand. He enlarges it, it was about the size of a penny, and beautiful. It glittered and shimmered beautifully in the winter sun. "Every one is different." He says as he looked at it. He handed it to her, she could see the crystals as they glittered. "It won't melt. Hold it..." He says with a smile.

[i]The woman only stared at the marvelous snowflake, the frozen spectacle between her light, gloved fingers. Irina was quite amazed by it - she only knew two people with something similar to this kind of ability, so it definitely surprised her. [/i] [u]"Amazing...I've always loved the snow, but this is just...amazing. Where did you learn to do this?"[/u]