In the land that prized gold as the colour of eyes, Jaime was a mystery. Eyes the colour of fire that burnt forever. She saw it.
We shall meet again when stars split the skies and melt into our eyes.
The longest night. Clouds covering thin moon. Few cold stars silver in the black surrounding sky. Golden eyes blink slowly, twice.
People with beautiful eyes are dangerous as fire.
People with dangerous eyes are beautiful as ice.
See me, follow me, take me with you.