ZINA
Zina was momentarily stunned, but she quickly recovered, stepping out of Falcon's embrace although it took quite some effort on her part.
Falcon smiled sheepishly on realising himself and he released her, muttering an apology that Zina's ears almost didn't catch. Almost immediately, his eyes widened as his smile faltered.
"Your eyes…." He murmured in a breathless whisper.
Zina blinked from confusion. She didn't believe she had shown Falcon any overt sign that could possibly point out that she could see.
"What about them?" She asked impatiently, eager to escape the tent and meet Daemon. Although provided she didn't exactly know where he would be, but she would definitely figure it out.
"They're no longer so white." Falcon gulped, swallowing. It was then that Zina actually looked at him. He was easy on the eyes and shared an uncanny resemblance to Daemon… but he was far from being Daemon.
Way too far.
