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“You can’t just go pick one out from a jeweler like a normal person, can you?”. Sky’s words stung against her as much as the sensation that ran up her arm, the miqo’te pouring aether into her arm which looked like it had been stuck by lightning. “You’ve been nearly absent for nearly a month and every day it seems like you come back even worse for wear. Opal is asking plenty of questions and I’m not sure how long I can cover for your scaly behind.”. She finishes the treatment with a long and exasperated sigh, taking a seat into the armchair across from the au’ra.
“This ‘perfect ring’ for her better be worth all this headache.”
Two more months had passed of Myra becoming ever more absent from her friends. She would often stay out for weeks at a time and when she did find her way back to the house it was often for a night’s rest and a therapy session with Sky, only to be flying off into the Sunrise at first light.
“Honestly at this point I say we change the locks.”, Opal groans with a sigh; idly stirring at a fresh cup of coffee on the bartop.
“It’s not like she’s gone completely, and she is still helping pay for the house and utilities.” Sky doesn’t even so much as look up from her book, her fingers finding one of Opal’s scones from earlier that day. Her baking skills had become increasingly adept and often was a treat that filled the house with a scent that invited in the coziest of feelings. The sound of large, beating wings from outside paired with claws scraping against stone signal the Xaela’s return.
“Speak of the devil and she wil- BY THE TWELVE” Opal nearly drops her spoon in shock as Myra creeps her way into the door. She approached with a limp, her ankle broken out of place as she leans against the door frame, a swath of bandages across her abdomen stained red paired to accent a branching electrical burn that snaked up her neck and face. Keeping her normal calm head Sky rose to her feet with barely a word other than the curses and swears she muttered beneath hissing breath. Opal’s barrage of questions is silenced by Sky holding up a single finger through her steaming anger, ushering Myra into her room. As it closes behind her the Keeper inhales, turning on her heels to lay into the reckless auri only to be given an object deposited into her palm. It was small and round, not quite perfectly spherical. Roughly the size of a grape and resembling a natural pearl except for the fact it was black. Black wouldn’t even be the right word here, it was blacker than black. Light refused to bounce from its surface, a featureless void that seemed wrong to hold, as if reality itself had a hole punched into it. Sky feels her blood start to steam, turning her energy on her would-be patient.
“A black rock? You spent MONTHS away, coming back battered and bruised for a black rock?”. Her words were absolutely fuming before Myra shuffles over to the door, turning down the switch to turn off the aether lights. In the darkness of her room the stone sprung to life; a veritable lightshow of vibrant pinks, electric blues, neon oranges and a shower of iridescent sparkles radiated from the tiny stone. In the glow of the dancing spectacle Sky caught Myra’s hands moving.
[It’s called a Namielle Heartstone. And it’s what I want to make Opal’s ring out of.] Sky breathed a heavy sigh, entranced by the luminescent lightshow. “I’m not going to bother asking what you had to do or where this thing came from, but you’re going to have to pick out the best jeweler to make sure they don’t mess things up.”
Myra smiled as her head rested against the long couch in Sky’s homemade infirmary, closing her eyes in relief as her hands fling out a subdued set of gestures.
[It’s already in her hands.]
Sky pensively stared at the au’ra, who had opted to rest her tired body, lightly snoring peacefully on the sofa. A single, long breath of annoyed bemusement escapes as she begins to search her closet, locating a large box of jewelers tools that had accumulated a small layer of dust.
“Time to make my masterpiece, I suppose.”, the Keeper chuckled to herself, brushing away the film of dirt.