I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

Kite shuddered at that too. She remembered her own eyes itching as she grew. The crystals growing with her eyes, a living part of her. Cursed, awful things. She cried to scratch them out before, but it had hurt as if she was trying to pull out her own eyes. Imagine if her crystals had grown on her back, instead! Something fun and useful. She could only imagine that trying to grab this boy by the scruff in a fight would leave a wolf in agony. It was hard not to feel at least a little bit of jealousy.

What kind of powers are they? Oh, right. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. She tried to give him a mysterious expression as her mind whirled furiously. The blues of her eyes glinting behind the embedded gems. “They let me see hints of the future.” She decided. “Images that reflect against the sides of the gems." Her voice dipped low, and she looked at him conspiratorially. “Do you want me to look into your future?”

"Speech"