She couldn't help but think how his eyes reminded her a little of opals themselves, sentimental as that sounded. Unlike Jasson and Vania, Kally wasn't normally given to poetry, but after that first mortifying conversation she'd begun to associate the jewels with him, and his eyes in particular. They seemed bland and dark at first sight, but became enchanting when they lit up with some theory he'd been mulling over, or when he spoke about his garden and the useful, beautiful plants he tended there.
Maybe she would tell him that someday, if they ever became comfortable enough around each other to laugh over such notions.
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