[open] there's an art to life's distractions

[Laurelin]

Laurelin was a big fan of the changes that had happened to him ever since that weird freaky thing happened on the beach. He had already forgotten the terror of being chased by the kelpie, one that bore the same colours as him. What was fear compared to basking in the new glow that you had? Or watching sparks rise from your hair and fade off into the sky? Even in his dreams the fear found it hard to take root, chased away by the long-reigning innocence and confidence of the youth. When things started to turn into a nightmare, Laurelin would wake to find the comforting blue glow there, to feel a steady warmth pulsating from his body, and then when he slipped back to sleep all would be peaceful. It’s early evening now as he wanders along the river, and of course he’s aware of what a pretty sight he makes. The glow comes on stronger the darker it gets out and the breeze stirs the sparks rising from his hair. Someone more aware of his surroundings would perhaps worry that one of those sparks could accidentally start a wildfire - but Laurelin has no such worries. The only thing he is worried about is that no one will come over to say hi or appreciate just how pretty he is.

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