Erebos did spend much of time oohing and aahing over the collective units of sparklers – eyes widening with every passing color. Eventually though, he’d have to make a decision, and he went back and forth over some vivid green hues and some nearly pearlescent blues, fixated on the potential. In the end, he could hear his father snort as he started up a classic notation on finalities. “Eeny, meany, miney, mo…,” and drumming the semblance from one object to the other, he finally settled on a pack of the verdant portions. “Thank you, sir!” he offered to the merchant, and snagged another portion of his coins, before he and the Sword returned to Nina.
“Here’s what I got!” and he opened the bag to reveal the viridescent complexities, very tempted to light them up here and now. Waylaid, momentarily by curiosity of her wares, he glanced towards the contents of her purchases. “What about you? Which one do you think Marcus would like more?”
“Here’s what I got!” and he opened the bag to reveal the viridescent complexities, very tempted to light them up here and now. Waylaid, momentarily by curiosity of her wares, he glanced towards the contents of her purchases. “What about you? Which one do you think Marcus would like more?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
