Fluorescent
When Sarah had first seen a goblin sporting a bright, neon splash of colour on its colander helmet, she’d blinked as the goblin raced past her, then almost immediately dismissed the incident. She just assumed it was a fresh find from the junkyard based on anything in contact with a goblin for an extended period of time unsurprisingly ended up dirt coloured.
After the third neon sporting goblin, she started to suspect that it was less of a coincidence and more the goblin equivalent of a fashion statement.
She tried to question a goblin who was wearing a bright green gauntlet as a hat with no success and had no better luck with the next blinged out goblins she encountered.
While Sarah wasn’t consumed by questions surrounding changing goblin sartorial trends, it was a minor niggle that she never thought about until she stumbled over another case, so never remembered to ask Jareth.
By the time she did eventually manage to get a coherent response from a goblin, the information that a puppy had prettied its armour, only served to narrow her scope slightly.
Sarah had initially thought that Rook was the only person the goblins called a puppy, but after more than a few confusing misunderstandings, she learned that they referred to most of the domestic guardians by the same term. She supposed that as they all shapeshifted into large canines or at least an animal that looked like a large canine, then it was close enough as far as the goblins were concerned.
Bishop had once told her that they actually had subtle tonal distinctions in how they pronounced the name to indicate which of the guardians they were referred to, but Sarah was still undecided on whether she was still getting the hang of goblin dialect to not notice a difference or if he was pulling her leg.
Shaking herself out of her reverie as a small, round goblin wearing bright armbands passed her, Sarah was about to call out when she noticed that it was heading to the mess hall and realised that she was hungry.
As she stepped into the room Sarah found herself in the presence of more than one decorated goblin for the first time. Looking around, it seemed that all of the goblins now bore a bright splash of colour on their armour in a palette typically favoured by helicopter parents dressing their beach going toddlers.
Dropping into a seat beside Jareth, Sarah gestured around the room. “This is your work, isn’t it?”
“I got the idea from the bowling place.” Jareth looked pleased with himself. “Did you know that goblins can see the ultraviolet spectrum?”
Sarah blinked at the non sequitur, so Jareth produced a crystal that dimmed the light before flooding the room with black light, causing all of the newly painted goblin armour to glow brightly.
Wincing at the increase in noise from the greatly excited goblins, Sarah looked up into Jareth’s delighted grin. “You created a goblin rave?”
labyfic - drabble #169: little
Part of the Balance!verse
After the third neon sporting goblin, she started to suspect that it was less of a coincidence and more the goblin equivalent of a fashion statement.
She tried to question a goblin who was wearing a bright green gauntlet as a hat with no success and had no better luck with the next blinged out goblins she encountered.
While Sarah wasn’t consumed by questions surrounding changing goblin sartorial trends, it was a minor niggle that she never thought about until she stumbled over another case, so never remembered to ask Jareth.
By the time she did eventually manage to get a coherent response from a goblin, the information that a puppy had prettied its armour, only served to narrow her scope slightly.
Sarah had initially thought that Rook was the only person the goblins called a puppy, but after more than a few confusing misunderstandings, she learned that they referred to most of the domestic guardians by the same term. She supposed that as they all shapeshifted into large canines or at least an animal that looked like a large canine, then it was close enough as far as the goblins were concerned.
Bishop had once told her that they actually had subtle tonal distinctions in how they pronounced the name to indicate which of the guardians they were referred to, but Sarah was still undecided on whether she was still getting the hang of goblin dialect to not notice a difference or if he was pulling her leg.
Shaking herself out of her reverie as a small, round goblin wearing bright armbands passed her, Sarah was about to call out when she noticed that it was heading to the mess hall and realised that she was hungry.
As she stepped into the room Sarah found herself in the presence of more than one decorated goblin for the first time. Looking around, it seemed that all of the goblins now bore a bright splash of colour on their armour in a palette typically favoured by helicopter parents dressing their beach going toddlers.
Dropping into a seat beside Jareth, Sarah gestured around the room. “This is your work, isn’t it?”
“I got the idea from the bowling place.” Jareth looked pleased with himself. “Did you know that goblins can see the ultraviolet spectrum?”
Sarah blinked at the non sequitur, so Jareth produced a crystal that dimmed the light before flooding the room with black light, causing all of the newly painted goblin armour to glow brightly.
Wincing at the increase in noise from the greatly excited goblins, Sarah looked up into Jareth’s delighted grin. “You created a goblin rave?”
labyfic - drabble #169: little
Part of the Balance!verse