Vira Gold Dakota Doll [better]

“And you’re carbon and water. Yet here you are, talking back.”

Not aloud. In Dakota’s head. A dry, rustling whisper, like corn husks in autumn. vira gold dakota doll

Dakota should have thrown Vira into the woodstove. Instead, she picked her up. The gold eye gleamed. Up close, Dakota saw it wasn’t glass at all. It was a real gemstone. A fire opal from the old Broken Boot Mine. She’d recognize the matrix anywhere. “And you’re carbon and water