Northstar Vale Talking to the mirror

Olo regarded her only with a mild curiosity, the woman before him a interesting pattern of golden blonde and white. She was delicate, impressively so in that small nature to make it almost certain that one would have thought her the surviving runt of the litter. After some time, she lifted her head from the lake and took notice of him too. Remaining laying, his creamy muzzle dips downward in silent greeting. Had he been living amongst the Nereides still, he would have scrambled to his paws to bow before her and ask what is it she need of him. Already, Aiolos was changing...

Only when she picked up the leaf once more and came into his direction did he lift himself up, backpedaling his front long limbs so that he was in a sitting position. Whilst grinning all the while, the small woman settled the large golden maple leaf in front of him. What could it possibly be for? Obviously, he could not eat it nor was it any good for healing as far as he knew. Aiolos could only be left to assume, as large and unbroken as the dead leaf was, that it was a gift. First he could ever recall receiving since he was but a pup. 

Why thank you miss. He spoke, golden amber eyes casting down to the yellow leaf and then, back to her. Perhaps I need to go about making a storage to keep it safe. With how beautiful the Vale was, Olo had not yet thought to make himself his own den as he slept where he pleased. If anything, a little place to store his little 'trinkets' might be a good idea.