His eyes were a pale brown, infused with specks of amber and gold, but it was only noticeable close up and in lighter spaces. For now, they appeared dark as they cut across the crowd and landed on the bar. His journey there unknowingly paralleled Liliana's, except he got held up when some Fae woman attempted to dance with him. Eian's award-winning grin flashed at her, but he just kept moving and ended up at the bar.
The bartender was currently a faerie...one of the little guys, but that didn't seem to hold him back. He was buzzing back and forth like a glowing green busy-bee, pouring drinks and taking orders. Somehow, he kept missing Liliana, and Eian didn't understand how anyone could.
She had such striking features, and an undeniable magnetism. The music played in the background, the lights flashed, but it all seemed to pause around her. Eian liked that in a person, when they had something about that made others stop and take notice. He liked to think that he had that same aura, but in a place like Bedlam, where so many had that same feature, some got lost in the crowd.
"Yo, Tich!" he called out to the fae-tender, gesturing toward Liliana. "This bird needs a drink!"
Even though he was born in San Francisco, he first part of his life had taken place solely around his parents, family, and other Elven community members until the time was appropriate for him to be introduced to the sleeping world. As a result, he had a weird accent that wasn't quite American, but wasn't quite the same as anything else either.