Flowers for an AngelThe necklace is stunning despite being crafted by mortal hands. Pure pink sapphires rest in delicate gold settings hanging from an ornate gold chain. It sits proudly in the shop window, resting on a shiny black pillow. Sunlight glitters from it as sunlight streams through. He had been focused on getting himself some food but seeing this trinket had caused him to stop to admire it. He spies a little white place card by it. The card says the necklace is four hundred gold pieces.Flowers for an Angel1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He chokes. That is quite a bit of gold but he is well aware that gold jewellery isn’t cheap at all. Pink sapphires aren’t either.
But such a thing would be worth the price. There isn’t a woman who wouldn’t love it and Lirasael would surely smile if he presented it to her.
He reaches into his pocket but receives a smack of reality. He doesn’t have enough. After paying rent and buying supplies, they hadn’t had very much left over this time around. What money he did have was barel