Oh, her eyes were green, weren’t they. Malachi leaned down once she’d said it, tilting his head to peer beneath the hat she still wore. Yes, they were a very pretty shade of green, and not a color often seen either.

As he straightened his posture to look forward again, he felt another laugh escape before he could even think to quiet it.

“Why do you think they’re scary?” asked Malachi, clothed from head to toe in black and white as he was. Mostly black, sure, but the touch of white around his neck still drew the eye.

“They are the color of the night sky, and the moon, and- some cows are black and white too, aren’t they? Words on a page, the keys of a piano… I don’t think any of those things are scary.”