Fantasy and feelings...

Brown eyes

"Why do you look so sad, dear?"
"Why can't I have blue eyes? They're so lovely and enchanting, not my own brown ones..."

I chuckled at this sudden declaration. Oh my poor darling...

"Brown eyes have a secret beauty, my dear. And a story behind them too...Would you like me to tell you?"
"Oh yes, tell me, tell me!"

Such enthusiasm... how endearing my little one is. Little hands grip my knees and little eyes wait as I settle into my chair, aching. My bones aren't what they used to be before...

"A time ago, Aaena decided to create a new human. She gave it soft tresses from the clouds and dotted, freckled skin from the stars. But most beautiful of all, she gave it silver eyes, eyes of the moon's glow.. it was her finest human created.

But with its beauty came problems. People began to give this human unwanted attention and unwanted affection. Too many people were swept away by the charm of the moon glow in its eyes. All eyes turned to the human wherever it went and would never leave, despite its attempts to flee their gaze.

With the unwanted affection also came unwarranted hate. Many also hated Aaena's creation as they felt it had been given Her favour without it doing anything worthwhile. It was a miserable life... hated by many and disturbed by adoration...

It was miserable, so miserable that one day, it went to a cliff yonder, stood near the edge and cried for Aaena as its feet left the cliff, arms out... plummeting fast.

Aaena was horrified as Her hand caught Her beautiful creation.

Why do you cry, my love? Why do you so wish to end your life?

Oh Aaena, I have been tormented because of my eyes. People make me feel so disgusted and loathed. Your gift to me has become a curse. My Goddess, how will I ever live in peace if I must live like this?

A pang of guilt crossed Aaena's features. Her forehead creased, thinking. Her eyes searched for something before finally saying;

Come with me, my love... I might have an answer to your sorrow...

And thus the human, seated in Aaena's hand, followed her to Heaven. It was the most beautiful place the human had ever seen. Rivers of honey flowed amidst sunlit meadows, fields and forests. Nightingales chirped and sang, not a care about anything. Squirrels scampered around, carrying acorns and tiny butterflies in every colour of the rainbow flitted about.

Gently placing the human in a meadow near the honeyed rivers, Aaena reached out and placed Her hand into the golden waters.

My love, I feel absolutely horrible. In my quest to make the most beautiful human, I failed to see how it would affect you... I failed you as your Goddess. And for that, I beg for your forgiveness...

Her hand began to glow and turn gold as the honeyed rivers.

The honeyed rivers will help. They will turn your eyes brown. Their beauty will be shielded and hidden away... until the sun's ray touches them. They will then glow as gold as Heaven's honey rivers and the sun. So you may choose who may see their beauty... may I?

The human, excited at the prospect, nodded eagerly, eyes glowing bright as the moon and stars.

Aaena raises Her hand and the honey follows, gracefully mirroring Her hand movements, as if it had a mind of its own, dancing to Her hand.

The honey leapt and swirled, like the river it came from, swift and refined...inching closer and closer before gently sliding into the human's fingers, swirling in veins until it settled in the human's eyes, concealing and hiding the moon's glow.

Now only you can decide who may see your beauty. I must apologize for another thing. When I made you my love, I only ever made you. I should've made more of your kind, so you need not be alone...and so I shall, and they will all share your beautiful eyes shielded by the honeyed rivers of Heaven..."

As I finished the story, I saw the little forehead creased in serious thought before finally saying;

"Can I see the sun in your eyes? Please?"

My sweet child, how could I refuse you? So we walked to a cliff yonder. The sun had just begun to set, spilling orange rays everywhere.

Pulling my hair aside, I let the sun's rays catch my eye, as I waited for my audience's response...

"Wow... they are beautiful... they look like the honey Mama gathers for our bread and tea. And they're glowing like the sun! Oh how I love brown eyes now. Can I try too, please?"

Always my dear... so we both stood on the cliff yonder, soft cloud tresses caressed by the wind, dotted, freckled stars on our skin and honeyed copper eyes lit by the sun...