Zohar glanced over the array of bouncing buckets. He bit his lip as he watched Amber and Jade move from one to the next, opening the top and whispering to the creatures inside. They were running out of time. Tomorrow was the great festival.
“What’s the matters, Zohar?” Roam asked.
Zohar looked at the young Sarafin. The faint spots along his forehead and running down his neck were growing slightly darker. His curious, bright blue eyes were a startlingly difference compared to the gold eyes of the Valdier. Only Phoenix had eyes that were different. Instead of gold like the rest of them, her eyes changed colors with her moods.
“I talk to my’s daddy last night,” Zohar admitted.
“Oh, I justs wrestled with mines. I likes wrestling. My Mommy keeps telling my Daddy that we’re gonna gets hurt a
