Prompt: Colour
Jon threw down his quill and swore emphatically. This was exactly the sort of problem he would take to Alanna for advice, but he couldn't do that now. She usually complained about it or laughed at him, but she listened and helped him with his poems all the same. He knew that at least one of the gods must be laughing at him right now. Wasn't it bad enough that he couldn't ask his squire for help like he usually did? He thought he'd dealt with his frustration pretty well when he realised there wasn't a word that rhymed with purple, but now he was at his wits' end. He'd been through violet, amethyst, mulberry, lavender, lilac, indigo, maroon and burgundy, and he was absolutely, positively, completely certain that there wasn't a single word in the entire gods-cursed Common language that rhymed with any of them.