Arrow Lake In her face, the mirror of your dreams.

She listened quietly to the exchange between dad and this stranger, her gaze zeroed in on the woman, holding a shrewdness reminiscent of her mother. Most of what was said went quite a bit over head  despite that fact that she held herself as though she were just as big and old as the adults around her. She understood that dad had asked if the stranger was a threat, and that the woman had stated she wasn't, but Monarch wondered how he actually knew she was telling the truth. How does someone trust a stranger they know nothing about? She decided that regardless of what her father decided, she would have to make up her own mind about this intruder. 

When it seemed it was the woman's turn to speak again, the snowy child continued to stare, her suspicion never diminishing.