Somnium Evigilantis

[Thalia]

For a split second after she'd asked, she wondered if it had been inappropriate to do so -- he clearly wore contacts for a reason -- but when he agreed easily, the concern flew out of her mind. Thalia wasn't shy about looking, and she even leaned inwards, gaze wide and guileless. An artist's eye absorbed the colours; the glittering shift of gold and yellow blazing brilliant in the warmth of the day. They looked like wolf eyes. And Calvin looked far happier as his natural self.

She smiled; the first proper one of the day. Maybe even the week! "They are beautiful,"
she agreed. "Why do you hide them?"
To blend in, she assumed, but people in Moscow had stranger ideas about fashion. Most would think his gold eyes the contacts.