The Sorcerers of Infinity/19

twentieth chapter
6:03a.m.

The light of the early morning was painted in swatches and shades of various violets, blues and oranges. The sun was rising, but it was doing so tentatively, creeping up on the world and ever so slowly dispelling the darkness of the night. The night remonstrated, becoming envious yet fascinated shades against the edge of light. The never-ending battle raged on silently; Rhylor watched on as such.

He carefully inspected the swatches of orange and purple, and the creeping sunlight on the horizon. From his spot outside the barn on a bale of hay, he felt so incredibly small just looking at this painted marvel.

“Hey, wake up,” he said to Vankesa who was slowly ambling out of the barn.

“I’m awake, you idiot,” he responded a little icily; “that’s kind of why I’m walking.” Rhylor decided to ignore that.

“Look at the sky,” he said instead.

“It’s nice,” Vankesa said, with only the slightest wonderment coming into his voice. Then his usual tone took over. “But what’s so great about it?”

“Lots of things,” Rhylor said, giving him a mysterious smile. He jumped off of the bale, deciding something unconsciously as he walked off toward the front door.