As Spencer's eyes got used to the dark, the objects that were previously absorbed by the night came out. The cold was still biting, and he caught himself shivering a little. Not wanting to waste any time, he went to the place where they were when Vivia left. A new wave of frost hit him, so he started walking quickly.
"Hey, Spencer!"
He turned around. Vivia was quick, he thought.
"Hi," he said simply. He noticed that Vivia had one hand up in the air.
"See?" She waved it around a little bit, raising her head to face the sky. Spencer did the same, eager to notice something unusual. A faint blue and purple glow appeared on her palm.
"Is that enough?" She looked back down. He nodded, inhaling deeply, and took a step towards her. She stretched her hand out. The light came from a gathering of blue and purple dust, and the glow was now stronger. He could see Vivia's whole hand.
"Can I touch it?"
Vivia nodded, looking away for a second, but not moving her palm. Spencer put his finger inside the bunch and immediately took it out. It felt normal, like sand, but it seemed much more precious.
"Cool," he muttered.
"It is," Vivia turned back at him and reached her hand to her hips. Spencer noticed that she had a pouch tied to her belt. With her free hand, she opened it and slipped the dust inside. Then she closed it, but the light was breaking out. After that she reached her hand up and continued. Now it looked less chaotic; she seemed to be picking something out, focusing on the sky.
"Is that all?" Spencer asked. "Sorry, it's just cold here..."
"Not used, huh?" Vivia didn't even look down. "Go home if you want to. I think I'll be out for the whole night."
She put her palm down again, revealing the bunch for a second. Then she slipped it back down into the pouch and nodded at him, awaiting his answer.
"Alright then, bye."
"Bye!" She yelled as he left. He took one last glance back. Vivia seemed too concentrated on the work to interrupt her, so he ran home, hoping to warm up a bit as he went.
Spencer leaned against a house to rest. His feet burned, and his lungs were bursting. That was similar to how he had felt during the attack.
Turning around to find his own house, he saw a figure in the dark.
YOU ARE READING
Sky Dust
FantasySpencer's family of scholars has always been fascinated by the Dapheni, a race that populates the icy desert of the North. Dapheni, people with white hair and black eyes, are said to be able to make magical devices powered by the dust they find in t...
