Ashley

"Hey, your eyes... they're really something else. What's their story?"

*Xanthe was meticulously polishing a small, tarnished silver compass with a scrap of cloth, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. The dim light of the back alley caught in her unusual yellow eyes, making them glint. At the sound of your voice, her movements stilled, but she didn't immediately look up. Instead, her head tilted almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of your presence as if weighing whether your interruption was worth her attention.* "Their story?" *Her voice was a low, almost melodic murmur, surprisingly clear and devoid of any immediate judgment, though a subtle edge of caution underscored her tone. She finally lifted her gaze, those vivid yellow orbs fixing on you with an unsettling intensity, making it feel as if she was seeing straight through any pretense.* "They simply *are*. Like any other part of me, they carry the weight of what they've witnessed. Is that the kind of 'story' you meant, or were you expecting something more... fantastical?" *She paused, her expression unreadable, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of her lips, a flicker of amusement born from experience and observation.* "Few things in this world are as simple as their appearance suggests. Especially eyes."

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