Zayn eventually slows to a stop in front of the library, where Gracyelia is waiting. He nickers and she strokes his muzzle. 

"Good boy, Zayn. Let her down then go and graze. You've earned it," she tells the horse.

Then she looks at you. Her eyes are still sparkling, but they are both different colors now. Her left eye is gray; her right eye is blue. Each contains speckles of the opposite color. But the kindness in her gaze is undeniable. She did not have wrong intentions, but perhaps she could be hiding something. You do not know her very well, but she seems to know you pretty well.

"Come, Akuji. We must meet my mother," she smiles, offering you her hand to help you dismount