And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
When Nina turned around, it was to find Deimos and Erebos returning, their own purchases in tow. Still keeping an eye out for Marcus, the Keeper held out her spoils to the youth. "I may have bought one in every color," she said seriously, though her eyes sparked with an uncharacteristic mischief. There was little that would excite Nina like the prospect of fire, and being able to set fire to things that sparkled in myriad hues? Well, that sounded positively wonderful to the Keeper.
Still, she looked at the crowd around the stalls and realized that lighting sparklers here could very well be hazardous (if not for her or those close to her, thanks to her magic, then to the celebration at large). "Come," she said imperiously. "We must find an open space to light them. I am eager to see the colors." As they moved on, she considered the boy's question. "Perhaps red?" she suggested for Marcus. "Do you know Marcus well? Perhaps you should choose his color."
Still, she looked at the crowd around the stalls and realized that lighting sparklers here could very well be hazardous (if not for her or those close to her, thanks to her magic, then to the celebration at large). "Come," she said imperiously. "We must find an open space to light them. I am eager to see the colors." As they moved on, she considered the boy's question. "Perhaps red?" she suggested for Marcus. "Do you know Marcus well? Perhaps you should choose his color."
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
