ERIS
Ellyn had focused on them, drawing anatomical studies from multiple angles. They weren't human. The pupils were elongated vertical slits... reptilian, ancient, and utterly divine.
I felt a jolt of recognition so sharp it was physical. I remembered Soren. I remembered the heat of our nights, the way the world always blurred, and the way his eyes sometimes changed in the height of his intensity.
The blue of his irises had overtaken the white, and his pupils… they had narrowed into exactly this shape. The vertical slits of a predator. The eyes of a dragon.
The resemblance was undeniable. I felt a good amount of certainty that convinced me that moment. Soren didn't just have dragon blood; he was the dragon. Or at least, the vessel for Aenithra in the same way I was the vessel for Pyronox.
"These are extraordinary, Ellyn," I whispered, tracing the lines of the dragon's eye.
"Oh, thank you, Your Majesty!" He beamed, his nervous energy returning.
