PROMPT : SPECTRUM
“On a scale of one to ten?” Prentice teased. “C’mob, Garra. You can’t be mad forever.”
“On a spectrum of one to a million—I still hate you—in the negatives!” Garra snapped. “Stop getting in my face!”
“Alright you two, quit the lover’s spat, we know you’re not happy with the situation, but neither are the rest of us.”
“We’re not-!” the pair chorused.
Jenna gave them a look. “Right. Keep telling yourself that. You get along so well—I have no idea what would make me think that.”
“Besides the fact that they have promise rings and a dual-color aura?” Amy wrinkled her nose. “Yeah. Totally doesn’t give it away or anything.”
Prentice stifled a groan. He wiggled his fingers at Garra. “Come on. I’m serious. We need to get out of here.”
Garra sighed. She accepted the hand up, her energy sparking faintly as they connected. “Fine, fine. Not my fault no one else around here trusts their resonance.”
Prentice nudged her. “Be nice.”
“I’m being nice,” she grinned, nudging him back. “That’s as nice as I get and you know it, big boy.”
He grinned.
The light surrounding their joined hands began to glow brighter and stronger, stretching out to fill the darkened cavern.
(c) Sara Harricharan