Her oversized goggs dangled around her neck, and her long white coat hung to her knees on her short stature. The same diminutive stature she’d given to her daughter, but more graceful than Ezren’s square frame. She tugged on the edges of her short brown bob, her intelligent cobalt eyes reflecting the storms she studied. The same eyes Sam had, just edged with lines drawn from years of laughter… and maybe a few of grief.
