Less a Gem than a Stone

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POSTED: Wed Feb 13, 2019 11:37 am

The stones crunched and shifted, even beneath the snow, as the pair traveled high up onto the Serpentine Mountains. He'd found a soul in Searsport, selling some sort of stone with an olive hue, claiming it to be from the mountains. Truth be told, it seemed like the rare stone jade, without as much color and filled with dark stripes, but he'd only red about the material in books and seen musty old pictures. If there was something up here that could pass for it? Well, wouldn't that be a delightful thing to trade out for goods if he could figure how to polish it?

In late winter, it was everything they needed.

Jumping down from Cochise, he tied the horse to one of the last remaining trees for the sake of the stallion's safety and trekked the rest of the hike on foot with nothing more than what was always on him and a sack over his shoulder.

The winding trail through the snow lead straight to him as he moved through the growing stones, the land near barren and remarkably flat at it's peak. There, he hunkered down, bending at the knee and shoveling the snow with his hands. He was lucky there wasn't any wind today, or he'd be a icicle for sure! It took a bit of work, and with some frigid digits later, he plucked a small stone from the wet earth.

Lifting it above his head, he turned it in the light. It was dull and muddy, but the faintest notion of green rested underneath the dirty surface,” Well, I'll be,” He murmured and tucked it in his sack, digging back down into the earth with far more vigor. If he could help the Posse in any real way, this would be the way to do it!


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