Koschei spent a great deal of time thinking about Theta's eyes. To say that they were blue would be an insult to their complexity. It was like one of the great beauties of the cosmos had been captured in them, with endless shades of blue mingling with steel gray and warm brown, making the most intricate patterns that were simply inimitable. From a distance they seemed to be ever-shifting from the coolest blue to the sweetest brown, and he was never quite sure if it was just a trick of the light or if it was simply because his eyes were as alive as the emotions that played in the depths of their hue.