She takes the world in through wide eyes. Eyes that don't blink nearly enough, stained the color of twilight. People look at her, look at her eyes, smile because they're "cool", and she sees them. She sees them for who they are, watches the tiniest shift in posture, the slightest flicker of the eyes, and pieces it together before they can even give her the once over. Knows all their secrets, what they try desperately to hide, she sees through their web of lies, their shield of quiet.
She knows all, sees everything, and says nothing.
Until she meets Clover.