piercing… emerald.

            “He carries his mother’s eyes, Your Majesty.”

            “Not his mother’s. Don’t speak of that one. I am his mother now, his real one has forsaken him.”

            “His grandfather’s then.” Sly-Eye shivered. She has hated to see Scar’s eyes when he was alive; so much hatred and scorn was hidden beneath. Now she was seeing them anew.

            “Yes… Scar’s eyes.”

            “Scar’s, for a certainty.”

            A pause.

            “Do you know, Sly-Eye, what I am going to name my son?”

            “I have a thought.”

            “Of course you do. You’re smart. That’s why you’re my lieutenant.”

            “Won’t you tell me, then?”

            “Of course.” The red-eyed queen smiled, and Sly-Eye balked. She grasped the cub with her forepaws, and held him to her face. “He is not Moyo. Never Moyo.”

            Sly-Eye could only watch her queen trace a claw oh so softly over the cub’s left eye.

            “He will be Kovu.”