It was interesting to learn about another culture. The ingrained need for politeness and honour wasn't something Edyta had come across before, but she rather liked it. She supposed it made life easier in some ways, a bit like having specific rules to follow that you knew from a very early age. "You get used to the cold, in time" she said, wondering if that really was true. Poland was warm enough in the summer months, but Edyta had been perfectly used to snow during her childhood, so it hadn't been such a terrible culture shock when she'd started at Durmstrang. Nothing like the shock of needing to study in a language she barely understood, anyway. "Though I must admit, I don't know how cold it gets here - or how dark. Before, when Durmstrang was at Novaya Zemlya, we were inside the Arctic circle and during the winter, some days it didn't get properly light at all..." she said this thoughtfully, realising for the first time that she wasn't entirely certain how far North the school was now. It was a mark of her acceptance of life at Durmstrang that the idea of an hour or so of daylight at midwinter sent a thrill of anticipation through her.
Her mind stayed on that subject only for a moment longer though, because now they were looking at reindeer, eyes scanning the horizon for what appeared to be little more than dark dots, moving slowly in a fairly uniform manner. The light reflecting off the snow was bright, and after only a few seconds Edyta was squinting. The landscape was stunning, and for the first time the seventh year was glad the school had moved to Sweden if this was what the winter had in store.
When she looked away, she could see the after effect of the bright light even when she blinked, and she was glad for the suggestion of going to visit the reindeer fawns. She frowned thoughtfully, a little confused by Tsubaki's comment about the big fat man until she figured out what the other girl was talking about. "Oh - Święty Mikołaj!" she exclaimed, the Polish name no doubt sounding unfamiliar to the Japanese girl "he is also called...let me think...Saint Nicholas in some countries, I think. He visits us on December 6th, then on Christmas eve, Gwiazdor also brings gifts" she paused, the grinned "well, that's what the small children believe, anyway" As she spoke, she had been looking around, and it seemed that the direction where there were several buildings was the most sensible way to go.
"Shall we try over there?" she asked, gesturing "I expect they keep the reindeer babies away from the main herd...perhaps somewhere a little warmer. And if they're not there, we can ask someone for directions" she suggested hopefully.