Silvertip Mountain I've been coming home all this time

"Maybe," he said evasively, looking with pseudo-suspicion at the little girl. "There's a lot more to having sky-eyes than just dancing in the rain. You should know that it makes it very hard to see - especially at night. If I had not already been a warrior when the clouds came into my eyes, I might not have done so well."

He was not sure how they'd gotten into this; it didn't seem right to either shatter her dreams or encourage them. Day went for what he hoped was the middle ground, and tried to caution the girl in a way he'd never been cautioned as a cub. For everyone had to learn to be careful what they wished for, and he hoped that Adeline would figure it out before she followed her dreams and found only loneliness at the end.

He wasn't projecting. Not at all.

"Have you ever seen your eyes?" he asked suddenly, wondering if she had yet discovered the wonder of her own reflection. "They're brown, but with a little bit of green. Like how the land looks right as spring starts. It's a very pretty color. Full of hope. I wouldn't want to lose that, if i had what you had."