With a lopsided smile, “it's no Kyber crystal, but,” Cole draped a pendant gently around her neck, fastening the clasp behind her and letting the necklace settle, the polished obsidian point coming to rest in the valley between her crimson breasts. What appeared to be a humble piece of stone, polished to a mirror sheen, was in fact more. When held in just the right way, with the light behind it, a tiny ginger tabby kitten could be seen playing in the crystal’s heart.
“If you find yourself suffering a case of sentimentality, this should help sober you right up.”