optical illusion

Banshee was frozen in worrisome thought with her eyes clenched shut when a feminine voice filled her ears. The yearling's beaming blue eyes flashed open as she whipped her head to look at the stranger. The unknown femme was about the same age but a bit larger then Banshee herself. Ban was large for a female Klein but the babe before her was taller all the same. With a raised brow she scanned over the slate girl, taking in those rather interesting markings. The white under eye gave her a gentle reminder of her father's old slave, Eulogy. The earthy toned servant watched her and her siblings while their parents were doing who knows what.

What truly stood out to the Klein femme was the stranger's eyes. The mixture of pinks and blues making a very familiar sparkle of purple. A face flashed into her very fresh memory and it was of her dear friend Iroh. She could hardly ever get those eyes out of her head and now suddenly she was staring into them. But, they were not his. Banshee cocked her head to the side gently and ignored the babes inquire to present one of her own. "Who are you?"