Sara sat with her jacket off as well revealing the black t-shirt she wore underneath the jacket, the sleeves were rolled up at the moment, showing off her tanned and toned arms. She was resting on her forearms, on her thighs as she looked into the fire. Hearing his question she brought her hands up to her face for a moment before they moved back through her hair, releasing her hair from the confines of its ponytail. Letting the dark locks fall forward over her shoulder, "She never did like my hair up....said it made me look to hard and hid my beautiful hair...." she said softly as she looked into the fire. "My mother had blue eyes, the color of a clear summer sky. It had been so long since I had last thought of her that earlier it kind of overwhelmed me; her eyes are the reason blue is my favorite color. They were always full of such love and caring, that I find comfort in the color now."