Sah
Sah snorted and raised his sealed jar gently as a toast once Deimos retrieved his rainbow, "Very true." Letting his air and water magic dissipate and release the mist, the Wild Thunder stood up. "That should be enough, right?" They'd hit their initial goal at least. Yet without the context of the rainbow's usage, it was hard to know for sure.
There was still some residual color on his hands and the Wild Thunder tried to brush it off into the snow. The result was a colorful snowball stuck to his palm. Letting out a chuckle he dusted the entire thing off onto his pants. The snow fell away yet a smear of color remained. Brow pinched as if offended he sighed, "Ok, I give up." Apparently, he was meant to have this rainbow on him.
There was still some residual color on his hands and the Wild Thunder tried to brush it off into the snow. The result was a colorful snowball stuck to his palm. Letting out a chuckle he dusted the entire thing off onto his pants. The snow fell away yet a smear of color remained. Brow pinched as if offended he sighed, "Ok, I give up." Apparently, he was meant to have this rainbow on him.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
