"Mateo! I noticed that no one in the tribe has green eyes, and I've never seen a white lion." Clara thought carefully and realized it was true. "Are you more like your dad or your mom?"
"I've never seen my own parents. Grandma said that when I was born, my dad and mom, died in a battle against a white tiger." Mateo spoke, and his eye color changed with his emotions. At this moment, his eyes darkened significantly.
"Mateo, you know, in our world, there are people with eyes like yours, green. When I was a child, I really hoped my eyes would change color. In the morning, they would be blue, at noon they'd turn green, and then purple." Clara actually had such thoughts when she was younger. She shared her own experiences to divert Mateo's attention.
Mateo loved to hear Clara talk about herself. "Did they change?" Mateo looked into Clara's eyes, which were black, like a starry night sky, very dazzling.
