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Jonathan leaned back against the seat of his wagon, humming to himself. The transmuter was enjoying a nice sunny autumn day through the elven lands. His auburn hair matched the color of the changing leaves, a smile gracing his handsome features. He was dressed in loudly colored robes showing off sprays of color, meant to imitate the fire flowers he made.
The wagon was just as loud as he was. It was bright red, turquoise, and yellow, featuring a large white rabbit on the side dancing among the sparks. White Rabbit Fire Flowers. That was how Jon made his coin, and the precious baskets of unremarkable gray lumps in the rear of the wagon were his bread and butter.
The fire flowers were compounds of sulfur and metals oxidized by his magic. With a little pinch of saltpeter, they exploded in an array of colors. Jon made little palm-sized lumps, which would twirl violently on the ground when lit. There were tubes packed with more of the accelerant and oxidized metals, that shot hundreds of feet into the sky. Tiny versions of those paper tubes could be waved around, spraying multicolored light in ribbons.
Jonathan was a vendor of fun, and everyone loved his creations be they monarch or beggar. He looked at the creature pulling the wagon. To anyone else the wagon would appear to pull itself.
To Jonathan, a pooka was walking.
Hob was Jonathan’s patron, and he was a strange creature. He looked like a gigantic white rabbit, with long ears hanging behind his head. His mouth was full of fangs however, and his fur squirmed like a lawn of pinworms. His large arms he kept crossed over his chest; a set of smaller arms gripped the wagon tongues.
“Beautiful day. Air’s clear. The night is going to be perfect to grow some flowers.”
Jon said good naturedly.
Quit wasting the product. It takes time to make this much. Hob chided.
The wagon was just as loud as he was. It was bright red, turquoise, and yellow, featuring a large white rabbit on the side dancing among the sparks. White Rabbit Fire Flowers. That was how Jon made his coin, and the precious baskets of unremarkable gray lumps in the rear of the wagon were his bread and butter.
The fire flowers were compounds of sulfur and metals oxidized by his magic. With a little pinch of saltpeter, they exploded in an array of colors. Jon made little palm-sized lumps, which would twirl violently on the ground when lit. There were tubes packed with more of the accelerant and oxidized metals, that shot hundreds of feet into the sky. Tiny versions of those paper tubes could be waved around, spraying multicolored light in ribbons.
Jonathan was a vendor of fun, and everyone loved his creations be they monarch or beggar. He looked at the creature pulling the wagon. To anyone else the wagon would appear to pull itself.
To Jonathan, a pooka was walking.
Hob was Jonathan’s patron, and he was a strange creature. He looked like a gigantic white rabbit, with long ears hanging behind his head. His mouth was full of fangs however, and his fur squirmed like a lawn of pinworms. His large arms he kept crossed over his chest; a set of smaller arms gripped the wagon tongues.
“Beautiful day. Air’s clear. The night is going to be perfect to grow some flowers.”
Jon said good naturedly.
Quit wasting the product. It takes time to make this much. Hob chided.