Hoshor Plains a glass of chardonnay with ghosts

"I remember that you too were very fond of singing once," Wraen pointed out. The then little ball of fluff's first attempts in music were the only distinct memories of that far away time, when Ibis had been a wee puppy and her aunt had been not just beautiful, but young too. 

"What about your husband - what is he like?" she asked, curious about that significant other that had caught her niece's heart and wanted to start a family with her. Again she thought about Terance and what he would have said to the guy. Would they have liked each other? Or not? Were they similar - it was said that daughters often subconsciously looked for a father figure in their potential mate. Wraen did not have that experience, she could not compare.