Spark of Cyan

Waking up with two gems in the bag meant the emerald hunt was rolling at full speed! I hopped off the cabinet and zipped over to the wooden writing desk, scaling the drawer handles straight to the top organizer tray. Sitting right in an antique ceramic inkpot dish was an oversized, faceted cyan glass marble catching the fresh morning sun. Talk about unmistakable power! I braced my plush sneakers against the polished oak grain, clamped both white gloves around the cold, heavy sphere, and hauled it out of the dip. Rolling it onto the green felt desk blotter, it fired a brilliant sky-blue flare straight across the wood. That's number three locked down!