The Heartwood if you can't handle these claws you don't get this kitty

Slavik nodded in understanding, he too doubted that the ocean would be a place he wanted to stay, but he was sure it would be a sight to see. Then again who knows, he may become entranced by the glowing blue and green that he’d been promised. He just couldn’t wait. If we ever meet again I’ll be sure to tell you what I think about it, he said with a hum.

He glanced back up at the sky, the rainbow was slowly starting to fade, a slate of blue left behind. What makes those colors? he wondered outloud, not necessarily expecting an answer.