Sarah was more than relieved that her day was finally over and she could indulge in a long relaxing soak in the tub before curling up in bed with a trashy romance novel. She’d stumbled over the book in the castle’s library and was wondering which of the guardians was responsible for its appearance when she noticed it was just one of a sizable collection. With a happy wriggle to get comfortable in her nest of pillows, Sarah cracked open the book to find out if it lived up to the lurid promise of a cover that featured a purple haired, leather clad woman with a heavily tattooed, shirtless man wrapped around her.
Sarah was invested enough in the story of two outcasts finding love, or at least steamy, passionate sex on as many flat surfaces as possible, that she hadn’t noticed that Jareth had joined her. She was briefly distracted by questioning why the protagonists would be setting themselves up for splinters and friction burns when there was a perfectly comfortable bed in the room, but she supposed that practicality and comfort were not something that sold steamy romance novels.
Just as Sarah was musing if their current position was physically possible, she was startled by the room being lit by a scintillating array of brightly coloured lights.
“What is that?” Setting her book aside, Sarah grabbed a robe and walked onto the balcony. Jareth joined her, and from both the bare arms that wrapped around her and the solid press of his body, he hadn’t bothered with a robe.
Looking out across the gardens, the edges of the Goblin City and the vast expanse of the Labyrinth itself, Sarah couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. She gasped as a gorgeous rainbow hued ball of light shot skyward from the direction of the city, before silently exploding into a cloud of tiny glittering lights.
“That was strange,” Sarah turned her head to look back at Jareth. “There was no explosion and I can’t smell cordite.”
Sarah had a brief moment to see Jareth frown before he transformed into an owl and flew towards the source of the light. She did have to wonder at the wisdom of flying towards an explosion, followed immediately by a concern that a naked Goblin King may not present quite the right gravitas for the occasion.
It was a surprisingly short time later that she saw his owl flying back to the castle and he glided in to transform at her side fully clothed. Sarah mentally shrugged at having that question answered.
“Ada and George have been busy.” Jareth took Sarah’s hand and led her back to bed. “They’ve taken a basic glow light spell that people use as night lights, manipulated it using basic fluid dynamic principles and managed to replicate Above fireworks.”
“It was the prettiest firework that I’ve ever seen.”
“It was also a clever magical adaptation. I think they may need advanced tutoring if they’re curious enough to experiment.”
Pyrotechnics
Sarah was more than relieved that her day was finally over and she could indulge in a long relaxing soak in the tub before curling up in bed with a trashy romance novel. She’d stumbled over the book in the castle’s library and was wondering which of the guardians was responsible for its appearance when she noticed it was just one of a sizable collection. With a happy wriggle to get comfortable in her nest of pillows, Sarah cracked open the book to find out if it lived up to the lurid promise of a cover that featured a purple haired, leather clad woman with a heavily tattooed, shirtless man wrapped around her.
Sarah was invested enough in the story of two outcasts finding love, or at least steamy, passionate sex on as many flat surfaces as possible, that she hadn’t noticed that Jareth had joined her. She was briefly distracted by questioning why the protagonists would be setting themselves up for splinters and friction burns when there was a perfectly comfortable bed in the room, but she supposed that practicality and comfort were not something that sold steamy romance novels.
Just as Sarah was musing if their current position was physically possible, she was startled by the room being lit by a scintillating array of brightly coloured lights.
“What is that?” Setting her book aside, Sarah grabbed a robe and walked onto the balcony. Jareth joined her, and from both the bare arms that wrapped around her and the solid press of his body, he hadn’t bothered with a robe.
Looking out across the gardens, the edges of the Goblin City and the vast expanse of the Labyrinth itself, Sarah couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. She gasped as a gorgeous rainbow hued ball of light shot skyward from the direction of the city, before silently exploding into a cloud of tiny glittering lights.
“That was strange,” Sarah turned her head to look back at Jareth. “There was no explosion and I can’t smell cordite.”
Sarah had a brief moment to see Jareth frown before he transformed into an owl and flew towards the source of the light. She did have to wonder at the wisdom of flying towards an explosion, followed immediately by a concern that a naked Goblin King may not present quite the right gravitas for the occasion.
It was a surprisingly short time later that she saw his owl flying back to the castle and he glided in to transform at her side fully clothed. Sarah mentally shrugged at having that question answered.
“Ada and George have been busy.” Jareth took Sarah’s hand and led her back to bed. “They’ve taken a basic glow light spell that people use as night lights, manipulated it using basic fluid dynamic principles and managed to replicate Above fireworks.”
“It was the prettiest firework that I’ve ever seen.”
“It was also a clever magical adaptation. I think they may need advanced tutoring if they’re curious enough to experiment.”