On the rolling waves, a flash of violet caught Aster's eye. Started, he turned to spy an untethered balloon rising into the skies. Another leftover from the academy's riotous party.
A vague impulse arose in him to pull on the string to bring it closer to him and he did so. Eyeing the innocently waving bulbous thing, he tied it to the boat deck without knowing precisely why.
Later, he scolded himself for his childish behavior but then reasoned that the boat deck just needed a splash of color.
The next morning, he wondered why he continued to lie to himself. After years of isolation, despair, fear, restlessness, frustration, and ignorance he just needed it. Needed some pure happiness that had always been denied him.
Author's Note: The last one is violet as it is the last color of the rainbow. I haven't updated this in over a year, so I'm happy it's finished! The color white was suggested to me, and it's still tempting, but I'm fairly sure this is the official end. All the emotions in the last paragraph relate to red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and indigo drabbles in some way. Now, I'll quit being smart.