Northstar Vale Talking to the mirror

"Perfect!" She chirped, smiling. Happy he could be trusted now. It was at that moment where he sat, she realised just how tall he really was -- or maybe it was how tiny she was. Either way, he was kind and size didn't matter much. Hell, Laroche didn't mind.
She wondered how large her children would grow, wherever their lost souls may be.

Her head canted, regarding him. Aiolos was certainly handsome, more so than her late, ragtag husband.
She wished she could have saved him.
Sadness crept over her and ripped away the warm blanket that was Courtfall and the Vale, looking away quickly. She felt the winter cold all the harsher than she had moments before.

A few long breaths, she regained herself and with a sheepish, apologetic smile, looked back to Olo. 
"So, what do you do?" She meant trade wise, but she was never clear. Hopefully, he could hazard a good enough guess.