The Cyan Spark

That windowsill light beam was still fresh, but my radar locked onto a faint glimmer coming from the slightly open wooden drawer beside the bed! I didn't waste a second. Vaulting down from the sill, I tore across the woven rug, leaped onto the lower runner, and squeezed right into the dark wooden gap. Right there in an open velvet ring box sat an oval teal-blue gemstone pendant! I dashed forward, grabbed the silver setting with both gloved hands, and tugged it upright into the sliver of afternoon light. It flashed with deep cyan fire across the dark wood inside. That makes another emerald tracked down, and this one feels charged and ready!