Balance

Mysticism glittered in her eyes while the silver hugged her face. She knew like she knew many a thing, that destiny laid before her. In her eyes you could feel her wild, blazing fire, her alluring, spiritual warmth...but look harder and there was a cooling ice even she didn't know about. That fabulous color. A true blend of the two. She may have been overtly wrathful at times, but her eyes aided her with the color of balance. She would always need to be checked. She would always need a wise counterpart. For her, without it, her eyes may as well be blood red. Her desire that deep. A longing for power ready to take her over at a moment's notice. But with traces of blue, like river streams, that gave her eyes their brilliant lavender hue, she would be held. She would be loved. She would be protected from herself.