Well. This is... quite possibly the most danger you have ever been in. Spirits are wild and unpredictable things, and this one seems to have taken a hostile interest in you. Even if you tried to fight it, without some form of fire you highly doubt you'd have much in the way of success.
Still, you are a samurai, and as such you have been extensively trained on what to do when dealing with powerful figures that you cannot reasonably threaten. Step one - be polite.
"Honoured spirit, if I may, I must ask; is the Phoenix alive?" You say cautiously, pleased to find you can still speak. The yuki no onna doesn't react, and for a moment you fear that she might not understand what you are saying. Shugenja have to learn a special language to communicate with the Kami, after all, and that might very well hold true for the more advanced and powerful spirits as well. Fortunately, this is not the case.
"I have not taken her life-heat." The spirit says at last, in a voice like wind through the trees. "She feigns silence to hide from my eyes, but it is not her I care for."
You see Asako Tani twitch slightly at the spirit's words, but... there is a difference between not being dead and being healthy. If she thought to resort to feigning death in order to fool the spirit, then it may be that her fall was less fortunate than yours. It is impossible to tell from here, and in any case is of a profoundly secondary concern.
"And... in that case, may I ask what you want of me?"
There is another pause, and then the yuki no onna is crouching by your side, apparently without covering the distance between you first. This close, you can feel the intense cold radiating from her body, see every snow-flecked strand of hair, and you do your best to control your reaction with the aid of a lifetime of discipline. Flinching away could easily be taken as an insult, after all.
"You bear the touch of the storm." The spirit says in a slow, almost contemplative fashion. "Thunder and wind have marked you, and I was... curious. What makes you worthy of such a thing?"
You swallow. Ah. Well, if you wanted proof that your dream before the Festival was anything more than just a dream, it appears that you have it. Before you can respond, however, the spirit continues speaking.
"Not a reward for past deeds... to prepare you for the future, then. A weapon against the shadow, perhaps?" The snow maiden looks into her eyes, and there is an odd kind of compassion in her unearthly voice. "Should I let you go to such an end? Or keep you here, where it is safe?"
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