Silvertip Mountain I've been coming home all this time

"Can't see little things, a lot of the time," he admitted, not catching the true meaning of the question in the infinite ignorance of adulthood.

Now that she was so excited about her own eyes and forgetting about wanting sky eyes, Day decided that it wouldn't be too terrible to keep certain facts to himself. He was pretty sure the muddy hues to her eyes would fade with time - there was a pretty jade shining through that seemed bright even to his weathered vision. He supposed he could tell her that, too, to make up for the loss of the brown, but it was better just to keep things simple.

"Yeah, two-tone eyes you've got there, gorgeous," he laughed, giving her chest and gentle bump with his nose. Still pup-scented, but with the notable absence of milk-sweet-mother scent, as well. Poor kid, he thought. Cheerful little bug, though. Wide-awake, too. Maybe I should move somewhere else for my nap.