Nyssa stared, her brows creasing.
Aveline stared back with equal intensity, a small, crooked smile tugging at her lips. It made Nyssa's eyes narrow.
"How… is that possible? My eyes have always been green."
"Yeah," Aveline shrugged, "but I saw it."
She took a step back, then turned, walking away to somewhere Nyssa couldn't name.
Nyssa's gaze followed her, though her feet remained rooted in place.
"I can smell distrust," Aveline said suddenly, and Nyssa blinked.
Aveline turned slightly, meeting her gaze once more.
"You're starting to distrust me," she added.
But Nyssa shook her head almost immediately.
"Of course not. I'm just trying to link the relevance… of what you're saying."
Aveline's brows arched as she tilted her head.
"Relevance? You're my descendant. You are linked to me."
Nyssa bit her lip. "The royal family of then is not the same as now. You were the Raghnalls. Ours is the Ashaier."
Aveline smiled softly, then faced her fully.
