Caliross

The girl finally looked up. Her eyes were the color of Caliross glass—pale, glittering, and wrong. They didn’t focus quite right. They looked through Elara, or past her, or at something just behind her skin.

Elara had forgotten how the forest smelled—damp stone, old rot, and something sweeter underneath, like overripe fruit. caliross

Elara approached slowly, her hand on the knife at her belt. The figure didn’t look up. The girl finally looked up