Octavia's eyes were wide, all the better for reflecting the glow from the tank as if their own subtle shine wasn't enough.

"They lived in a clearing in the woods," she said, her gaze shifting from jelly to jelly but not flicking over, because right now, Duke was not the most magnetic thing in the room with her. "In the trees." She touched the glass, but only barely, with two fingertips. "And they looked like these. Blue, and glowing."