"Wizards who took my eye, let's underline it." the young woman murmured through gritted teeth, reducing her eyelids to two slits.
But that iris of a different color always stood out, every time she looked in the mirror, an eternal reminder of the price paid for her naivety. Luckily very few knew the real reason why that iris differed so much from the other one, of a natural sky blue. Many assumed that, given her constant practice with magic, it was the result of a magical bungling. Or an aesthetic trifle to attract attention. Something Harpell-like, for example.
"Ah, as if you hadn't got your revenge by going to extirpate theirs yourself!" The dwarf grinned, in what could be called a proud smile. Well, he was one of the few who knew.
“I just wanted to take back what was mine.” the elf shrugged, almost disinterested "But since they had well thought of liquefying it for their damned experiments, I had to find a substitute."
“And one of those psychos had such beautiful golden eyes…” she added mentally, staring for a moment at the wall beyond the group, on the far side of the room.
Aaaaand since I started playing Neverwinter again (thanks R.A. Salvatore for continuing to write campaigns set in the Underdark), I realized that I've never done a vaguely decent portrait of my control wizard, Farelya, Rey for friends ❤️
