The dragon's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of eyes that were a beautiful, liquid golden color.
They didn't just reflect the light in the room; they glowed with a soft, internal radiance that seemed to pulse with the same rhythm as the creature's heartbeat.
There was an ancient depth within those pupils, a spark of high intelligence that far surpassed any common beast Noah had ever encountered.
The dragon blinked, its golden gaze locking onto Noah's blue eyes.
For a few long seconds, there was only a heavy, profound silence between the two of them.
Neither moved, the air in the small room seemingly frozen as the hatchling processed its first sight of the world and the man who had brought it into being.
The connection between them thrummed, a silent wire of energy that vibrated with the weight of the moment.
'His eyes are really beautiful,' Noah thought, his breath hitching.
He found himself captivated by that specific shade of gold.
