Prismatic Facets

I paused beside a heavy cut-crystal tumbler sitting on the oak windowsill. Sunlight hit its edges, breaking into sharp rings of color across the worn wood. I stepped forward slowly, lowering my snout to touch the cool, geometric facets with one claw. The glass felt smooth and hard, but the bright red and violet bands pooling around my feet carried a faint warmth. I stood still, letting the shifting light wash over the grains of the sill.