Zaliyah sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "So that is where that hideous wooden mask came from..."
As the words registered, His eyes snapped down to Sylaris's wrist. He grabbed her arm, pulling her sleeve back to inspect her skin. "Wait, are you hurt? Did that old man touch you? Did he—"
He stopped. Resting against her tiny wrist was the slender, pale green jade bracelet he had seen the night before. With trembling fingers, he traced the shallow, rough little grooves etched into the stone, spelling out the letters in his mind: C-A-R-M-I-L-L-A.
"Did Carmilla give you this?" Zaliyah asked, his voice suddenly very low.
Sylaris puffed out her chest proudly, nodding vigorously. "Mhm! She gave it to me because she likes me and we're best friends forever!"
Over by the door, Iruna turned her head toward Talha, her eyes wide with curiosity. "... who is Carmilla? She seems to have hijacked Sylaris interest"
