He watched the quick calculations go across the youth’s face; muffling a laugh that threatened to burst through his chest. Nodding at the notions instead, he tilted his head, calculations beginning their usual stirring. The suggestion wasn’t a bad one, and it might’ve combined with the sentiments already rounding their way through his mind.
Committing to them moments later, he turned his palms over as they began to turn gold; the enchantments flickering through boundaries of space and images, outlining the variety of pulsing waves coming to life, to fruition. One by one they funneled into his hands; a silver star pendant, made and shaped like a charm to stick to the cap of a singular container, a brush of constellations tied together by gold, a comet as if appearing through a midnight sky, and then the moon, full and constant. Thereafter, he took the vessels too, so that his fingers contorted galaxies along the outer edges of the glass, images and embodiments of Safrin herself amidst the collected foundations – battling against the Family, calling them to arms in war after war, or the gentle, serene platitudes of her power, raw and real.
Only when he was done did he turn them over for inspection towards the boy. “What do you think?”
Committing to them moments later, he turned his palms over as they began to turn gold; the enchantments flickering through boundaries of space and images, outlining the variety of pulsing waves coming to life, to fruition. One by one they funneled into his hands; a silver star pendant, made and shaped like a charm to stick to the cap of a singular container, a brush of constellations tied together by gold, a comet as if appearing through a midnight sky, and then the moon, full and constant. Thereafter, he took the vessels too, so that his fingers contorted galaxies along the outer edges of the glass, images and embodiments of Safrin herself amidst the collected foundations – battling against the Family, calling them to arms in war after war, or the gentle, serene platitudes of her power, raw and real.
Only when he was done did he turn them over for inspection towards the boy. “What do you think?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
