Smooth and slick, its pitch black body gleamed faintly under the dim light, its tail swaying with an odd, eager rhythm, almost like a dog waiting for attention. The gecko's wide, near bulging eyes fixed on her without blinking, unwavering in a way that felt strangely intentional.
For some reason, Evangeline found herself staring right back at it, neither of them moving, neither of them speaking, though, admittedly, one of them couldn't. Still, the silence stretched between them like two people who somehow had something to say yet nothing at the same time.
The gecko's gaze shimmered faintly, catching the light in a way that made it seem almost alive with thought.
Evangeline blinked once, confused. "A gecko?" she murmured, tilting her head slightly as if that might make it make more sense.
