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He didn’t think so, he said. Her eyebrows rose the slightest bit, as if she was surprised with this knowledge. It was a shame. She was very quick to speak up whenever she saw anything she considered ugly, but it seemed she was unable to openly appreciate what was positive in her surrounding, which at this moment involved Cotl and his curious shades. The kind line on of lips remained as her eyes remained on his face, unwilling to stray from the subject without giving it more weight first.
”Strange,” she said, responding to the fact that she had failed to compliment the dance of red and blue. ”I think your eyes are very beautiful, Cotl,” feminine eyelashes fluttered slightly as lids temporarily hooded her maroon gaze, vibrant in colour as well as with temporary warmth. Perhaps he wouldn’t appreciate the use of adjective, but it was what would best describe them in the woman’s opinion.
She didn’t care as much about the new borders. ”I’m fine with the change,” she shrugged, though knew that it had been a necessary change for the better. ”It’s definitely better,” she said, adding a slight nod with her words as she spoke them. ”What about you?”
his.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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