Chapter five: fiery dancers
Nights sat on one of his masters six hands, dangling his feet over the edge, and looking into the eye of another one of his master's hands.
Nights hummed tunelessly and swung his legs back and forth, happy to be in the safety and comfort of his beloved master's eye.
The door to master Wizemin's chamber opened slightly and Reala poked his head into the dark chamber.
"You may enter Reala," master Wizemin said.
Reala came in and bowed, "I was concerned about Nights, master; he is usually back sooner then this."
"I wanted to stay longer," Nights said not looking away from his master's eye.
"You must leave now."
Nights came out of his stupor and hugged one of his master's fingers pleadingly, "but I want to stay with you master." Nights pressed his cheek ageist his master's finger sadly.
"I am sorry, my dear creation," the hand Nights was sitting on flouted down and tipped so that Nights slipped off of it, "there are a great many things I must do, and you must be getting back to your duty."
"Yes master," Nights said faithfully.
Reala grabbed Nights' hand and led him out of the chamber and down the sinister halls of Nightmare Castile.
"Master is good to me," Nights said happily.
"Of course," Reala said sarcastically, "he makes happy every time I see his… eye?"
"His eyes are incredible," Nights said fervently.
Reala rolled his eyes, either nights is obsessed with the Wizemin or he's got a huge crush on him, Reala laughed at his own joke.
"Are you angry at me Reala?" Nights asked.
Reala turned to Nights, "Why do you think I'm mad at you?"
"I'm a hassle aren't I," Nights said, "I get in the way all the time."
"Come here," Reala hugged Nights tenderly, "I can never be mad at you Nights, you never do anything that bothers me, so stop thinking you do," Reala kissed Nights' forehead, "Because you don't."
Nights snuggled his head into Reala's chest, "My fingers hurt," He said silently.
"I know Nights," Reala stroked the top of his, lost, little brothers head, "I know."
A few of the Nightopian women gathered sticks and started a fire as the sun went down.
Adia was nursing Helen's blistered fingers as Nights and Reala floated over to the group of workers.
"How are you feeling Nights," Adia asked, already knowing the answer.
"Marvelous, master is good to me."
Adia and Reala mouthed, 'master is good to me' as Nights said it.
"So," Reala sat down, "How are your fingers?"
"They're O.K." Helen still didn't trust Reala, but she tried to because Will trusted him.
Nights walked over and sat down in front of the fire; watching the flames dance to the music of the cackling sticks. Nights smiled and lifted his hands up to touch the fiery dancers.
"Nights," Reala called out, "yield!"
Nights let his hands drop, he wanted to dance with the fire, but Reala said no.
Nights crawled over to Reala and hugged him, "I want to dance with the fire." Nights said pleadingly.
"Come here," Adia grabbed Nights' hands and spun in a circle with him, Nights laughed; Adia was his favorite Nightopian, she always made him happy.
Reala sighed and watched the two friends spin.
"Come on Reala," Adia grabbed Reala's hand, and forced him to join the dance, but he didn't mind; Nights was happy.