He'd seen eyes like hers before, distinct with their golden tones, yet somehow only hers seemed... natural, if that made sense. It wasn't just their colour that made them spectacular; her glances were furtive and wary, as though she were constantly on edge, yet those eyes remained far more vibrant and feeling than the pitiless ones he was accustomed to seeing. It was strange how one could have such eyes without giving themselves over to darkness, but Xaldin wouldn't deny they suited her.
The Cetra turned her attention towards the imposing stranger, focusing on his gaze as well. They were a mystic color, a deep violet, the color of swirling storm clouds. She was sure she had never seen such eyes before. Despite the beautiful color, she couldn't feel at ease looking into them. His gaze was cold, unwavering, terrifying. They didn't seem human at all; in fact, Eden would almost say she felt as though she was staring back into the eyes of a lethal dragon, a serpent. Nibbling nervously at her pierced lip she took a few steps back to give him space. Though she also held a similar belief that his unique eyes suited him, that certainly didn't make his presence comforting.