Neyan smiled brightly at him, nodding in confirmation as she began shuffling all of her cards into a neat deck. She made a spectacle of it, too. Not only did she go through all the usual methods of shuffling, but mostly flashy ones that Shyirin had probably never quite seen before. "Yep! You've got it! At this rate, you'll be beating me in no time!" She rethought about that, and shook her head. "Nope! Never mind! I'm too good..." A giggle accompanied her words, but she quickly gasped, covering her mouth. "Oops... That was rude, wasn't it? I'm sorry, Shyirin..." She pouted slightly.
As he talked of her father, and how proud he probably was of her, Neyan felt her heart warm up exponentially. Though, Shyirin didn't need to tell her that. She knew that deep down, even with how different of a course her life took than her father's own, he was still proud of her somehow. It seemed that she didn't have to do much at all to make her father proud. Maybe that's why she thought so highly of him... There was pretty much nothing she could do to make him the slightest bit disappointed in her. She gave Shyirin a thankful look. "That means a lot to hear you say that... Really."
Looking back down at the space between them, she gave a huff. "Now, are we gonna dwell on my dad all day, or are we gonna play some Warlords?" She asked, grinning up at him. She laid the deck of cards off to the side, and began handing out 10 each to both him and herself. "I'll go easy on you this time, Shyirin. Don't worry." However, as she set up the game for them both, she was stopped by an eerie, ethereal snarling just outside. Her eyes widened and she turned her head slowly, the first thing she saw being a pale blue glow passing just behind the wall of snow which covered up the window.
She looked back at Shyirin, a nervous look on her face. "U-Um... Sh-Shyirin...? Should w-we be... Worried?" She practically whispered. Ice wraiths... Glowing, snaky anomalies with jagged teeth and bat-like wings, who prey on humans lost in blizzards. Neyan had never seen one, or experienced an attack by one, but due to their ghostly nature, they're practically untouchable. No doubt, they could bust themselves into Shyirin and Neyan's little cabin shelter, and at that point, with no weapons or means of defense, they'd be as good as dead.