Intermission (1)
Itziar smiled with relief when she saw that they were now both willing to communicate and thought it was a good time to bring up the topic again.
"So, can we negotiate an armistice?" Itziar said, her eyes shining with expectation.
In between everything that had happened, she had forgotten to put the blindfold back on, so the others could clearly see her features. The twins knew she was someone quite expressive, but her eyes were on another level of honesty —they were as limpid as water and pure as those of a child who knew no evil.
The captains' black eyes met the brizzio's large yellow orbs. As they expected, the beast had the same disgruntled expression as them.
(...We don't lose much by trying), the brizzio exhaled with resignation.
It could not continue to refuse since the eloah, who must have disliked humans even more than beasts, was striving to establish a truce between both species.