#catching infinity

Iyasha stopped laughing. Her movements slowed, her fists clenched, and her eyes, moments before a deep black, were now a dark, stormy blue.

“I have to say, that was rather rude,” she said darkly, and Elana’s hair stood on end at the change in her voice—it was layered thickly with a deep undertone unnatural to any human. But it occurred to her, then, that Iyasha might not be human after all. Glowing threads of orange began to crawl up her arms in the distinct pattern of dragon-like scales, and when she looked back up, Iyasha’s eyes were gleaming a bright sapphire blue.

“What are you going to do about it, scalie?”