Northstar Vale some of my storm recognized some of your rain

The yearling watches as his gaze fixes on her and for a moment she is worried that she has pulled him from something of deep importance, but he addresses her with respect and a familiarity she did not expect.

Bewitching they are... perhaps the stars would be a better mistress than the sea.  Her lips pull back into a smile and a chuckle falls from between them, dancing in the peaceful night's air.  It is now she moves closer to him, standing next to his rock to get a similar view. She cranes her head skyward and her jaw drops, slightly, eyes widened in awe for it is the first time (in this lifetime) that she has gotten to view the stars so clearly.  "How bright they are!"

She ripped her gaze from the stars and her eyes bore into Mato. Though she did not feel a desperate need to fill the silence, she did have the desire for more of this. And have you a favorite story?  A constellation in particular that moves you?  Quietly, she hoped he would go on forever; the way he described what she'd already heard had fascinated her.

She needed no convincing that this trade was undoubtedly useful — but the way he spoke of the stars, fondness like a lover's, could surely convince someone who didn't believe they were sure.  She appreciated how he spoke so openly of his trade with her, for all intents and purposes, an outsider.