#phos 1

Stare... that was all Cinnabar could do for a long moment, when a familiar glint of minty green light appeared down the street. This was a figment of the imagination, right? There was no way...

Eventually, though, there was no shaking off the walk over to confirm it was indeed Phos, squatting at the edge of a pond that had yet to ice over with the cold.

However, this Phos... this Phos was an old memory. How was that possible?

Instead of dwelling on it, a hand moved to rest on a hip, and the quiet tone that followed was less annoyed than Cinnabar would have hoped.

“It’s slippery there. Get up before you fall in.”