“I think I saw a god today,” Fwhip told his goblins, excitement alight in his eyes. “It was beautiful.”
“You didn’t see a god,” one of them sniffed scornfully. “The gods are big and loud, they make the thunder and lightning, and shake the earth.”
The goblins around it nodded, glanced with pensive eyes towards the cavern ceiling, a merciful shelter from the world above. Fwhip shook his head.
“It was nothing like that. But it was a god. It was beautiful,” he insisted again, and in his eyes was a spark the others had never seen before. “It was bright and blinding, and shone with the purest gold.”
“You were dreaming,” another goblin said disbelievingly. “Or you got caught up in one of your trinkets again. You were always overfond of those.”
“It wasn’t a trinket, and it wasn’t a dream!” Fwhip snapped, and he knew even in spite of them, he was right. “It was gold.”
I was getting ready for sleep and this image hit me like a brick so.... I’m hitting you all with it!