The Sunspire your eyes were the color of some kind of grey

Coelho shuddered under the iciness of Wraen's tone, pressing herself further into the ground -- as if she made an extra effort to be extra flat, that she might suddenly be swallowed by the earth she clung so closely to. As Rannoch apologized she tried to give a smile, but it was half-hearted and the girl quickly looked away.

She mumbled something to herself, no doubt some defense of her dubious parentage, but it was unintelligible -- meanwhile, she tried to crawl closer towards Bronte (though remained away from the border), eager to put a great amount of distance between her and this extremely uncomfortable situation.