Soooo, changing eye color. A "subtle" show of magic.

So I was thinking about how magic can manifest as "subtle" as a change in eye color and like...that's so crazy. Yeah, it's more subtle than, say, accidentally freezing a lake or setting a house on fire, but...at least with the "extreme" showing, you don't see anything outwardly different from the person until after the fact. Can you imagine how the people around the mage, or even the mage themself, would react to that change?

A little boy wakes up from a nightmare and runs to his parents' room. They can only stare at him in horror as he's sobbing by their bed, golden eyes shimmering with tears.

The daughter of a nobleman and her friend are busy chatting away in the estate's garden. A blink, and suddenly the conversation ends with a shriek as the young girls eyes changed from blue to crimson.

A Templar has accompanied one of the Sisters of their Chantry to the local market for provisions. Out of habit, he scans their surroundings. His gaze immediately locks onto a little girl with violet eyes, clutching on her mother's skirts.

A Templar recruit stands before a mirror, preparing to shave his face before presenting himself for training. The razor slips from his hand and clatters nosily onto the table as he stares numbly at his reflection. His brown eyes now a bright, vivid green.

An Elven couple rush to their Hahren in a panic. They know what should be done, what needs to be done. But if there is another way, any way... They speak to the Hahren as quickly and simply as they can. Hazel eyes just don't turn silver in any kind of lighting.

A teenage girl stares at her little sister. Her eyes were always pale. She had their Da's green eyes; they were the lightest thing. Her eyes were always pale. It was nothing, they were always light- Her sister must have felt her staring and turned to give her a small smile. It, surprisingly, reached her snow white eyes. It did nothing to calm her as she felt her stomach lurch. Their parents would be back from the Chantry at any moment.

A woman proudly presents her daughter to their village's seer, the young teen looking bashfully at the floor. The seer motions the girl over with a gentle smile. She comes forward, slowly looking up to meet the Seer's gaze. Her rose colored eyes meeting the Seer's piercing blue as she gently returns the smile.

The Magister and his apprentice were hard at work, scouring over texts to see if there was anything tied to what they were working on. His teenage son finally arrived with the scrolls and tomes he had requested hours ago. Glancing up at him before grabbing them, he froze, only for a moment. His son greeted him with a sheepish smile, his eyes, up until this moment an earthy brown like his mother's, a soft peach. The man let out a deep sigh of relief.

A young child was brought before his clan's Keeper by his parents. The Keeper motioned for the child to come forward, holing out her hand. The boy slowly walked over, softly grabbing her hand before looking up at the Keeper with bright pink eyes. With a bright smile, the Keeper announced she would train the boy as her First.