Solomon: Chapter 13
Silver groaned softly. Jacob shot him a mildly unpleasant glance.
“What is it, Silver?”
“Do you have any idea how long this is going to take?” Silver spread his arms to the sides, indicating the gathered magicians. “It’s going to be like pulling teeth at first getting anyone to share any ideas. When we finally do start talking, everyone is going to latch on to a separate idea and fight like starved hellhounds for their favorite name.”
Jacob smiled a particular smile. The expression was one most familiar to Lucinda and Silver and it inspired in each an appropriate shudder.
“In that case,” his voice was softer, smoother. “I suggest we get the ball rolling so we can get this done and over with.”
Just as Silver predicted, there was a long silence. Jacob attempted to encourage his compatriots. “Come on. Don’t be shy. No one will be critical at this stage.”
Silver’s voice was the first to pipe up. “Okay. Let me just preface by saying that a lot of what I’m about to say are modified version of band names I’ve been kicking around.”
Jacob rolled his eyes.
Silver took a deep breath: “Garage Magic, Magic Delivery, Shower with Magic, Red Magic, Solid Avalanche, Mercenary Magic, Unicorn Hose-”
Jacob held up a hand. “Obviously Silver is overflowing with creativity. Anyone else have any ideas?”
Names slowly began to creep out of the others assembled.
This continued for quite some time. Jacob smiled, occasionally throwing out a name or two himself, but largely content to listen and watch as the other six proposed and discarded names, laughing at those which were silly or pretentious. Eventually someone said:
“Solomon’s Seven.” There was a general fading of sound. A silence betraying a shared partiality for the name.
Jacob raised an eyebrow. “I’d prefer not to have any one of us named specifically in our title. Aside from the ego involved, it’ll be easier for that indiviual to be targeted.” He paused for a moment.
“But what about ‘The Seven?’”
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