Sah
Sah let out a small snort and opened the lid of the jar, "Alright." He angled his hand and let the rainbow slide out and land in the glass with a 'plop'. His expression contained the glee of a child helping their parent bake cookies. If he were the kind to giggle, he'd be doing so uncontrollably. The rainbow left residue on his hand as if it were made of slime and the Wild Thunder shook his hand gently to get the rest of the colors to drip into the jar. Somehow the rainbow's colors remained distinctive instead of mixing as one might expect of any other substance. "So weird."
Securing the lid on the jar, Sah watched as Deimos attempted to collect a rainbow himself. This might have been the strangest quest-related collecting that he'd ever done. Perhaps it was the same for the Sword.
Securing the lid on the jar, Sah watched as Deimos attempted to collect a rainbow himself. This might have been the strangest quest-related collecting that he'd ever done. Perhaps it was the same for the Sword.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
