Amongst all the chaos, a laughter was heard.
The people turned towards the laughter and their eyes fell on a boy.
He stood beside a broken clay pot quietly, his messy grey-silver hair was falling unevenly around his face, soft strands brushing against his cheeks. His face looked small and delicate, almost too cute, with smooth features that made him seem harmless at first glance—like a doll placed gently in the middle of the world.
He had grey skin, from his head rose large, dark grey horns, thick and slightly curved, rough in texture. His ears were long and thin, sharply pointed, stretching slightly outward, adding to his strange appearance.
But it was his crimson eyes that felt… wrong.
They were bright and lively, eyes that clearly belonged to a child, but… they did not move together.
One eye carried a light, playful amusement, as if he found everything around him interesting in a harmless way.
The other… was different.
It was… colder, more… observing.
