Percent Of World With Blue Eyes の小説・ストーリー

“Me too. And if she were a boy, she’d look like you.” “That’s how I imagined it too,” he says with a chuckle. “I hope she has your green eyes.” “Is that possible? I don’t remember anything about genes from the bio class I took in high school.” “Yeah, it’s possible, but she’s more likely to get brown eyes from me. So, sorry.” He gives me a smile. “I think the percentage is around thirty-eight for green and fifty for brown.” “That’s higher than I thought you’d say. I do like having green eyes, but I like yours too. Our child will have dark hair, right? How do dominant genes work?”

"What!" Lucy yelled across the table. Her mouth fell open gasping for breath, and tears were falling down her cheeks. "Please, God no, don't let her be yours." Amelia, who was sitting next to Lucy, put her arms around her, "It's okay, Lucy, it'll be okay." "How do you know, for sure ?" Gabriel asked. "It's genetic, the girl Nick saw has brown eyes too, two brown eyes don't make blue eyes. Well", Claire said, "they can, but it's rare about six per cent. So Melissa is very likely not your child."

I'm still afraid of what happened in my previous experience. Besides, most people give very little thought to people like me. Over the years, I've asked myself why? Then, as an adult, I realized I was a small minority in a world of billions with perfect vision. For example, the population of the United States is about 350 million people. Suppose you were to take and put all the people that suffer from color blindness in one country. We fit perfectly in the United States. It's estimated that there are 300 million color-blind people in the world!

I glanced at my face, trying to figure out the difference. My brown hair was the same, dark against my pale skin. Cheekbones were a little more pronounced. My rounded chin was a touch pointier. I studied my eyes and realized that was what was throwing me off. I loved my icy blue, I had been the only person in the Clan with blue eyes. The trait had become so recessive since the Fall, that there were only a handful of humans in the world with blue eyes. But what stared back at me made my heart drop. One eye was still icy blue with a thick ring of darker blue around it. But my other eye. My left eye was now golden. A sunburst of yellow around my pupil was ringed by melted bronze.

“Pup blue eyes, sir?” “All babies, human and werewolf, are born with navy blue eyes. In humans, the eye color changes around six months but in werewolves it tends to be around four to six years old depending on the wolf’s maturity level and birth rank. Omegas tend to mature faster than alphas.” “So what does it mean when a wolf keeps the pup blue?” I can tell by the way Cole is looking at me that he’s quite interested in the answer as well. I sigh hard, not wanting to let him know how much I actually know about the level of abuse he must have suffered to be where he is now.

"First, because you saved me from that old man earlier. Second, like you said. Our eyes are the same color! And third—" "Okay... That’s enough, boy." William quickly shook his head, stifling a laugh. He bent his knees so he was level with the child, then reached out and ruffled the boy’s slightly curly hair with fond exasperation. "I did save you from that old man, but I’m not your daddy," he said gently, watching the little boy blink rapidly at his words. "Our eyes may look alike, but did you know about three percent of people in the world also have gray eyes?"

“Still… I felt that alpha was a little too much when he asked if our mother and father's grandparents had different eyes. Looks like he's a little surprised by your different eye color But… isn't that natural? What's more, we have wolves! Can you ... You can be from some undetected ancestors?" Jazzy nodded. So far, she does not question the color of her eyes, according to her, it is only natural. But with Jason's words just now, she was thinking and scanning which relative who has eyes bright purple with green iris. Weird, and very rare. So far she had never seen their relatives who had the same eye color as her. Then, should she be worried?

He talks so fast and loudly that it's difficult to understand what he's saying. "We've got something special coming up, folks! Next on the auction block, we have us a rare blue eye!" A rare blue eye? Ah! That's right... I forgot that my kind have practically died out. Father once told me that brown eyes are stronger than blue eyes in the blood and because of that, there are only a few people like me left in the world. My mother was a blue eye too, the only other he had ever seen. But why does that have to be my selling point? My blue eyes are such a small piece of who I am. This is so unfair! Don't they care that I have thoughts and feelings? Don't they want to know the work I'm capable of o

At that moment, as she held her child close, she knew with absolute certainty that he was hers, and hers alone. As Estella marveled at her baby’s features, she was suddenly jolted from reverie when the baby’s eyes fluttered open. A gasp escaped her lips as she and Elena exchanged shocked glances. The baby’s eyes were a mesmerizing shade of red - intense, vibrant, and filled with a power that seemed to radiate from within. Estella’s heart raced as she realized the significance of what she was seeing. In their world, the color of their eyes held great meaning. Blue eyes were a sign of average power, like Elena’s. Green eyes represented the gift of healing and medicine, just like Estella’s own

They fit well together. It made me feel sick. Then I got to the family pictures, including pictures of the three of them and pictures of just him holding a little girl. She looked just like her mom, with blonde hair and the same button nose, but her eyes were green instead of Hazel’s blue. I didn’t understand what that meant and why Giana was so stunned to see Siri's eye color until I researched it. Everything I found said that if one of the parents has brown eyes, the children will have brown eyes, as it is the dominant gene.