Noelle POV
"Thorne! Thorne! Thorne!!!" I whisper-shout, my excitement barely contained as I stand on the balcony, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun.
Thorne steps out from inside, looking at me with cautious amusement. "What is it?" His brows furrow slightly, but there's no real concern in his voice—just curiosity and a bit of exasperation.
"Look!" I motion eagerly toward Thieran, who is blinking sleepily in my arms, his tiny face scrunching against the sunlight. His little fists flail for a moment before settling, and for the first time, in the full light of day, I see it clearly.
His eyes.
One green. One blue.
I stare, absolutely enchanted, as the contrast becomes even more vivid in the sunlight. The left is deep green, rich like the forest, the same as mine. The right is the piercing blue of a winter sky—Thorne's blue, unmistakably.
