Whitebark Stream i’ve been watching him for my entire life

the first thing he noticed about this guy were his eyes. one, a vibrant blue and full of life, much like his own. the other, clouded and dreary. he might be blind, but zeus didn’t care enough to ask for now.

secondly, the voice. there was an accent upon his words, so he assumed he came from somewhere else. “you from ‘round here?” he asked. could this stranger even speak his tongue well? would it be useless to find out?