Evelyn could recall the day she had first seen those bright green eyes. They had been frustrated, desperate, scared even in that moment, as the man they belonged to struggled against the two hefty persons dragging him away from an angry crowd, accusations of thievery ringing through the air. There was little he could do on his own, and those eyes had been desperately searching for something, someone to help in his hour of need.

And her eyes had met with his.

That day, she had seen the light in those eyes, and those eyes ever since had gratefully watched over her. Those were the eyes that poured over the maps as night fell, and kept careful lookout along their perilous journeys. They were eyes that were hardened with focus in the heat of battle, yet soft and caring in the company of friends. Those eyes had witnessed a past she could not even fathom, but shared so many wonderous experiences with her own. They were the eyes that had dutifully served her and her merry group of friends for so long.

And now they stared back at her, dull and vacant, as the body of the man they belonged to hung lifelessly from the gallows.

The light in his eyes was no longer shining; was this where her good friend’s path ended? Thick splatters of rain burst across her face as she looked up at the grey sky, perhaps for a sign, only to see the wisping clouds swirl and obscure the sunlight trapped beyond. Could this injustice truly have been Lathander’s will? If this was the way things were meant to be, then it gave her no comfort knowing that those eyes had spent their last moments afraid, searching with desperation for something, someone, in their hour of need.

And she had not been there.

Those eyes, those beautiful, bright green eyes, would remain searching forever more.

As she closed those unseeing eyes for the last time, Evelyn could not see either.

But that was only because of the tears.