Marchen-Comic

It was a very pretty necklace, made from dark honey brown twine. The strings braided in a pattern that kept your eyes trailing from one end of the choker to the other and back again. More beautiful than the twine and it's braid, though, were the five opals carefully woven into the braids. One large Opal in the center, and two smaller on either side, perfectly rounded and smooth; so much that it made you wonder it their sparkling rainbow surfaces might shatter if touched.
As my finger caressed the surface fondly, the owner of the store came by, her old and wise eyes catching the fond gleam in my own from across the store, where she'd been speaking with Ryuu. Her light and boney hand, dotted in strange and fascinating rings, touched my shoulder. It startled me, but just albeit. I smiled, and she smiled back, leaning closer to see the item. I wondered if there was something special about this choker of opals and twine. The all knowing look in the woman's eyes told me she was about to tell