Moving silently over the snow, barely leaving a mark upon it with her passage, Aska migrated toward the mountain side, a cave every bit as spacious as she'd claimed. It was more than large enough for all comers to move inside and comfortably have a seat. A fire already roared, the smoking winging upward toward some crevasse that remained unseen. It was warm, the ground even more so. Pelts and blankets softened the space, and offered seating. Once everyone had entered, she placed a light barrier over the mouth that would keep the elements outside of the opening. Any newcomers would find them, and be welcome, but no ice or snow or biting wind could disturb the occupants. The little priestess moved toward the head of the room, putting her back to a wall, leaning against it indolently as she sat with grace.
She looked out at each face, waiting until they too looked back at her. Gaze searching and curious, it moved over the features and expressions slowly, cataloguing each one. Those that could not or would not hold her eyes are noted somewhere in her mind, just as those that are bold and forthright with their eye contact are. She let chatter move around her for a little while and listened to each conversation. She seems to be waiting to say what she'll say as she lets others get pleasantries out of the way. It isn't long before she does get fed up with it, though.
She cleared her throat very softly, and waited for silence to fall and eyes to turn her way. "Tell me, little ones. Have any of you ever felt caged. Chained within or without? Held prisoner by your own hopes or fears, or even another's? Have any of you yearned for a taste of freedom?"