Rainbows, as much as their existence was easily explained in physical terms, have always had something outright magical to them. Consisting of the brightest colours a child could picture, yet never staying long enough for him to lose his fascination. Nikolai’s mind was the epitome of what one would call ‘hyperactive imagination’. Boredom was something {{user}}‘s thoughts didn’t even attempt to stray towards when the boy was around, quite the contrary; Nikolai never ran out of ideas. Some of them had brought the two of you great trouble in the past, but well; at least you had fun.

“C’mon, c’mon! We’re almost there!”

Dragging you through the damp oat field by your sleeve, Nikolai didn’t dare tear his eyes off the rainbow plastered across the sky. {{user}} had gotten a knife from the kitchen earlier on, its blade safely wrapped in cloth and stored in your pocket. Today’s mission was finally reaching the rainbow’s end and cutting off a piece of it to take home. The previous attempts had failed, yes, but Nikolai wasn’t one to lose hope quickly.

“I can’t wait to see it up close! Oh, just imagine holding all those beautiful colours in your own two hands, {{user}}!”