Sah
Sah snickered, "Not often and not always intentionally." Waiting for his turn to catch the next rainbow he elaborated, "I've stumbled upon them once or twice in the Oerwoud. They appear out of nowhere and just stick to things. I once turned my hand over and there was a small one just relaxing on my palm." Slugs were such strange creatures, but often benign. The Wild Thunder usually would carefully pry them off of himself or his gear and place them on the nearest plant before carrying on his merry way. The orange and black ones that always appeared to be frowning were his favorite.
Once Deimos secured his next rainbow, Sah focused back on the task. His jar looked like it could fit one more, so he opened it back up instead of grabbing a new container. Using magic to renew the mist in front of his mirror, he watched as a new rainbow formed. Out of curiosity, he ran a finger over the rainbow as if petting it. It jiggled in place, making him let out a bark of laughter.
Still snickering he scooped the colorful entity and let it gently fall into the jar with the others. Closing the lid he glanced up at Deimos, "There we go."
Once Deimos secured his next rainbow, Sah focused back on the task. His jar looked like it could fit one more, so he opened it back up instead of grabbing a new container. Using magic to renew the mist in front of his mirror, he watched as a new rainbow formed. Out of curiosity, he ran a finger over the rainbow as if petting it. It jiggled in place, making him let out a bark of laughter.
Still snickering he scooped the colorful entity and let it gently fall into the jar with the others. Closing the lid he glanced up at Deimos, "There we go."
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
