Gregory Von Gillansforth spun his wide brimmed hat around in his fingers as he sat on the edge of the chair in the office. The office was cozy, and he had been in many times before. Across the table from him sat Kyle reading over a stack of papers he had brought in with him.
There was the occasional flip of the page and the constant hiss of the clock on the wall, otherwise the room was silent. Gregory continued to sit on the edge of the chair.
“Well, Greg,” Kyle flipped over the last piece of paper and stacked the paper against the desk and placed it in the middle of the table. “This is not your normal set of wares, that’s for sure.”
“Yes, you’re quite right. I’ve got a sample with me right now.”
“You have a sample of a volcano?”
“Oh yes, hold on a moment.” Gregory stood up and fished in the box that he had brought along. He pulled out a glass jar about six inches high and six inches in diameter. He placed it gently on the desk. Inside there was a small volcano. A small wisp of smoke drifted to the top of the jar and hung in the air. A small trickle of lava went down one side of the tiny mountain and pooled into black stone at the bottom of the jar. “This is a good one. There are just smokers, and others hurl tiny boulders. There are also explosive ones, and they tend to shatter the jars they are in.”
Kyle leaned back at that after he had leaned forward to inspect it closer. “Explosive, you say?”
“Oh yes, quite violent. But very fun to watch. Or send as a prank to someone else. You’ll find lava rock for weeks stuck in all kinds of places about the room you had it in.” Gregory let out a short breathy laugh.
“Oh yes, here.” He handed the jar carefully over to Kyle who took it with both hands. “Careful, it’s a bit hot. You might want some hot gloves.” Gregory produced a pair from his box on the floor and handed them over.
Kyle picked up the jar and looked at the bottom of the volcano. “Where’s the magma chamber?”
“I’m not entirely sure myself,” Gregory pulled out another jar and placed it on the table top. “They can put out more volume of lava then is inside that entire little mountain. I’ve taken a few apart and there isn’t much inside other then vent, dirt and rock.”
\“You say you harvest these?” Kyle turned it around and titled it on the side, letting the lava run up the side of the jar, hardening to black rock against the glass.
“Yes, several of my fields began growing these several months back. If I don’t harvest them, they keep growing. I have one or two that’s about six fee high now, I need to figure out how to get rid of them before they turn into bigger nuisances.”
“How long do they last after you’ve… harvested them?”
“A month, maybe two before they grow cold.”
“What’s their reactivity?”
“I had a buddy of mine come over, he’s pretty good at threading, not a Weaver, mind you. But he can do some pretty fancy tricks, don’t know how. Anyway, I asked if he could test some for a while, and he couldn’t get them to react at all. I also had them tested in Yarin by a Weaver there.” Gregory produced a sheet of paper and handed it over. The words shifted about as the paper exchanged hands. Kyle concentrated on it and the paper re-arranged so it could be read. “You’d have to be one of those mad Weavers if you wanted to get this to react to Thread proper like.”
Kyle read over the paper and handed it back. As he let go, all the words jumbled around again as his own weave frayed apart and released the words.
“My concern is what these could catch on fire. And you are aware of who some of our customers are. The chances of a Weaver powerful enough to cause these things to react are quite higher here then anywhere other then probably the Ministry.”
“… Yes. I understand that. But you sell everything.”
Kyle nodded, “usually it doesn’t explode until after it’s left the Market. This could explode in the market.”
Gregory stood up. “Thank you for your time then, Kyle. I hope to do business again another time.”
“Always a pleasure, Greg.”
HE CAN USE DEPARTMENT 2487. IT IS REINFORCED AND WOULD PROVIDE NECESSARY PROTECTIONS OF SUCH AN INTERESTING ITEM.
Gregory vaulted into the air before landing in the chair, clutching his chest.
Kyle rolled his eyes. “What happened to who was in 2487?”
THEY HAVE BEEN UPGRADED TO UNIT 3291.
“I seee…. When?”
DURING THIS CONVERSATION.
“Well, I have been over ruled, Greg. You get a wall department instead of a floor booth this time.” Kyle filled out several sheets, signed them and stamped then. “Sign these.”
“What was that?”
“That’s… mayhem,” Kyle rubbed his eyebrows,” I’ll leave it at that.”
Gregory filled out the paperwork and put everything back into his crate.
They shook hands. “Congratulations, you now have a a store front, Mr. Von Gillansforth.”
After the man had left, Kyle asked, “Why.”
THEY ARE UNRAVELED VOLCANOES. THIS WILL BE MOST INTERESTING.
Kyle felt his knees go weak as he leaned on the chair for support. “I didn’t hear anything, there were no alarms, no state of emergency, when did this happen?”
SIX MONTHS AGO. IT WAS JUST A LITTLE UNRAVELING.
“That doesn’t make me feel any better. This isn’t going to be safe is it?”
A DISTINCT POSSIBILITY.