Overwhelmed

"I highly doubt that, your body changes it's appearance! I refuse to believe you find that boring." Adora grinned at Atlas as he lied back onto the grass. She had her spark back with Atlas. Not that she ever lost it, but it had faded. He wanted to know her story, and her his. It wasn't very easy to explain, but Atlas had a sort of wave of comfort and an open ear. Adora wondered if he was like that with everybody. He seemed curious at the mood ring.
"Yeah, a mood ring. It's a muggle thing. You put it on your finger then it changes color based on how you feel. Surely you've heard of them? My mom studied one once." She looked out at the setting sun, slowly fading between gorgeous shades of soft and deep purples, bright oranges, buttery and warm yellows, baby pinks and sky blues. Kinda like Atlas' eyes. Adora thought, looking back towards him. A soft breeze blew through Atlas' hair tossing it back onto the crown of his head. Adora felt the cool graze on her own skin, but was too focused on Atlas. She didn't realize it at the time, but this was the exact moment she fell in love.

"Because of your eyes," Adora said, pointing to her own. "They change color in accordance to your mood. Or is it those around you?" She lied down slightly facing Atlas at his invite. I had no idea there were different types! she thought. She could feel the soft inside of Atlas' hoodie grazing against her arms as she adjusted, trying to get comfortable on the grass. She made a mental note to tell her mom about the different types of mood jewelry. Funny how a venting session turned into talking about mood rings and life stories. Adora wanted to know everything about Atlas' alleged "boring" life. When did he realize his eyes morphed like that? Was it just his eyes? Did he know anybody else who could do that? her finger traced circles on the grass, tickling her palm. A small wave lapped over the shore of the lake, calling Adora's attention. She sat back up, despite having just laid down, and slipped her shoes off. she carefully walked barefoot, looking out for any bugs or stickers that might poke her feet, and toed the water, checking the temperature. The cool water felt nice against her feet. She splashed around a little, making sure not to go any deeper than halfway up her shins. She waded around a bit, carefully avoiding any rocks. She looked over at Atlas, and asked, "Can you do that with more than just your eyes? How does it work?" She looked down as a small school of minnows hurried past her, their tiny gray bodies moving as one group. She stepped out of the lake, tiptoeing back through the grass to her socks, and slipped both them and her shoes back on. By now, the sun was almost fully set. It was getting later in the day. Adora lied back down by Atlas, her hands across her stomach.