Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-39024013-20190813093354/@comment-39357791-20190813150806

In Agatha's hand was a water-smoothed, white riverstone almost luminescent in the light emitting from the three creatures.. The third, foxlike one tilted its head. "What makes this your most prized posseission?" It asked, the merest hint of danger entering its tone. Clearly it had been expected something of higher value. Agatha's voice shook as she explained. "This... This was my mothers last gift to me before she passed away." Agatha looked down, the pain still fresh in her heart despite her mother leaving this world behind a year before.