Those eyes. All you ever remembered were her eyes. Shy, and quiet like a mouse. Mysterious and intelligent, like a jaguar. Loyal, and honest, like a labrador…calm and serene, but yet…intriguing, like a swan. But above all, her eyes were green, like a cat's. they would shine gloriously out from under her brow, like headlights from a car. They were the gateway to her heart; her emotions concealed beneath a mask of indifference. Although she looked to be calm, those eyes would tell you it was not so. Her temper flares were few and sparse, but a rash display of blatant cruelty would set her off like a bomb, and then those eyes would take all of your anger, foolishness, and stubbornness out of you, and then you'd be left with your guilt, and your pain. More conservative than most, she could force you off your guard…but what happens then you don't remember, because all you can see around the blazing inferno of her anger are her eyes, hating you, tearing you into a million pieces. Fierce, inquisitive, and spiteful; these pictures are seared into your mind, as her fire finally consumes you, and all you can do is cling to these motifs, and hope that they will reel you into salvation. But all is lost for you, and all because of her eyes. She is powerful, she is ruthless, she is a craft user…
She is Robin.