Changing Lights
Red, blue, green then yellow. The lights shifted in a steady manner not flattering for even a moment. It was a far cry from the night light he was use to. Frankenstein had made lamps backed with mirrors brighter than any other. He had also seen in his private quarters steady white lights similar to the ones at home. Only after he woke did he see these simmering incandescent lights so like the aura of people everywhere, anywhere.
This one was always red light on blue, that one was constantly shifting colours and the one across the way changed every ten seconds. Catching one off guard and bringing attention to itself, short lived as that attention was when a person was surrounded by this ever changing glittering glow.
Cadis Etrama di Raizel gazed at it all from the convenient location of the roof top. He endeavoured to sock in as much of the sight as possible before it changed its colours again. He was aware there was a pattern to this somewhere but he could see it ever changing it was.
His phone buzzed, the midnight snack alarm, Raizel followed his bond to Frankenstein and home.
Prompt 7, Incandescent. I considered making this longer then I told myself to stuff it.