He was mesmerized by the baubles. The strings of some Cirrus called tinsel. The way the lights sparkled and shimmered, creating little patterns of swirling color on the stone wall it nestled against in the alcove of their room. Phantom had watched curiously as his siblings had all eagerly sprung upon the boxes and boxes of sparkling, glittering, mesmerizing trinkets. He had watched in confusion as Aether had brought in an entire tree.
He was very confused. He had always wanted to bring sticks in, but Cumulus was always scolding him on the mess he made with them.
“Phantom!” Cirrus called, “Come help us with the Christmasy Tree!”
Inktober 2023, Prompt #28: SPARKLE
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