Her eyes. The kind everyone describes as coffee or chocolate colored. Her eyes are different, destined.
They are the color of honey and copper against the sun. They glint in the sunlight, and melt into golden rays. Two perfect orbs, the same shade of earth after it rains. Her eyes, as soft as fur, and as bright as a million stars. They speak far more words than her mouth ever will.
When defeated, her eyes turn the color of burning sage. They become the rocks ships crash against in the storm. The glow of the dark leather brown when they water, becomes so obvious, you can almost see the void it hides behind. Her eyes. The kind everyone perceives as common, usual, or indifferent. Her eyes tell a story, that only she knows the words too.
