Fiona laughed, a short, good-natured burst that was out before she could catch it. "He's like… a story?" she answered. "I guess you could call him a myth, but he's more of a thing you tell kids. He's supposedly the guy who brings winter around every year, but once you get to a certain age you obviously stop believing in him. Kind of like the Tooth Fairy." She scrunched up her face, tiling her head. "…which you won't know about, either. My bad."