Windows to the Soul
Reading had always been one of her favorite past times in Elanthia and it hadn't changed in the hundred years she'd been here. Now, instead, she chose to read the books left behind from a long forgotten species. It had taken her a few months to make sense of all the squiggles and some of the sayings but it was well worth it. In her studies, she'd found that eyes held great importance to them and they were found throughout literature, romanticized to no end, and she loved it. Eyes are captivatingly beautiful. She had yet to find something that held her fascination as well as they did. The molten gold orbs across from her were no different. His eyes shone with a warm that seemed to say that everything would be alright. She knew, rationally, that it would. She was in charge of this giant mess and it would be wonderful in the end just like everything she did. Meeting his gaze seemed to carry the gravity of her thoughts, however, and as she took her first bite, she aver