Cyan Surge

Five down meant the sixth frequency was practically calling my name! I sprinted across the desktop, vaulted off an oak bookend, and hit the wide marble windowsill. Nestled right against an antique brass compass sat a heavy silver pendant set with a brilliant, faceted cyan-aquamarine gem! I dropped low, slid across the cool stone, and snagged the silver loop with both gloves. Tilting the stone upright against the compass casing, noon light ripped through the facets, throwing a blazing cyan streak across the white marble like an active sonic wave. Six down—just one more until super overdrive!