Heron Lake Plateau I guess I keep a-gamblin'

He watched her expression with youthful curiousity, gaze glittering with obvious excitement as she responded to his words (despite the hints of seriousness returning). "They're hot and bright... and uhm..." The young Blackthorn's brows furrowed as he struggled to recount Ceara's words, her attempt at explaining the meaning of his name. "They're orange. 'Parently they don't look like me, I look like ash, but my eyes are orange so maybe that's why that's my name!" That's right! He saw them once, peering into a puddle of fallen rain - amongst the ripples he had glimpsed orbs of a burnished bronze, a dimmed orange to compliment his pelt of smoky grey. Raleska's own eyes were that of a predatory yellow - wild and intruiging, despite the scowl that frequented her features.