"You said your family was researching them, right?"
Eliza tilted her head to the side as she asked, her blonde hair swaying to the side as the person she spoke to nodded in affirmation.
She studied the angular face of the girl with chestnut-coloured fairly long hair who walked over and sat on the other side of the bonfire in front of her.
Despite being two years younger than Eliza, the girl's looks and air of maturity suggested she was far older.
Her most noticeable feature, was her pair of blue eyes that reflected the light of the flames. Within her pupils, Eliza could see something similar to what she saw in the eyes of a particular gray-eyed boy a few months ago.
It was a crest that was made up of a single letter, from an ancient language lost to time.
'Truth, huh?'
The girl once claimed that the crest in her eyes was the word, 'Truth'. This was seconds before blood began trickling down from the corner of her eyes, startling Eliza.