Innocence is not always White (A novel) - Prologue"Mama..?"- a little, odd-eyed girl, of 3, at the very most, glanced at her mother. Her eyes were mismatched, one of them light blue, the other pure white. The flickering light of a nearby candle made it change tone, blood red, the pupil slit.
"Yes, dear?"-a long-haired woman called out softly, the silver tresses spilling down her shoulders like fine, soft silk, covering her sturdy figure-"What is it?",- she asked without turning around, continuing her preparations, shoulder lightly rolling.
"Why is my eye like this, mama? Are papa's eyes like this..?"- she asked sweetly in response. The woman stiffened at the phrase , letting out a sharp breath, her voice harsh as she turned to look at her daughter. Her light blue eyes seemed age-old as she harshly responded,-"Not now, dear, we'll talk of it when you're older. Now head to bed, it's an early rise tomorrow for the Gathering".
"....Yes, mother",- said the little girl as she clambered softly at the stairs, her hidden wolf ear pulled