It doesn't take long for them to arrive. I know this by the sound of rustling leaves all around us, and the faint squeaking.
The first one reveals itself after some time.
So that's…that's a hasrs.
It's…so small. And…well…
Those eyes, round, occupying half the face, are black, like a void. No, like an image of the vastness of space, speckled with the random galaxy and stars of every color. I feel like if I look long enough, I could end up understanding the secrets of the void.
I shake myself, pulling myself from the hasrs' mesmerizing eyes.
In the hasrs' right hand is a glass-like staff with a pointed end.
It's floating, I realize. Its feet are not touching the ground.
