Blackfeather Woods Don't do that. Don't.

his eyes. they were a shade that he had not yet seen before, an indigo that ensnared his focus. he stilled, unnaturally, and perhaps the wonder that he did not display openly prompted him to answer the question with a single word. "Abraxas." low, and calm, with none of the regular excitment and lilting tone of a child. his gazedid not leave the other's optics until a moment longer, and still he gazed in silence, something tethering in place a moment longer before he would pad softly into the wood once again, but for now he simply stood, silent, still, staring, waiting for the other to interest him again as he had with his eyes of indigo.