It didn't fit in the room, it was too beautiful, too misplaced among the the decadence and rocks and the thickness of the mist. Siri's hand twitched, instinct saying it was best to leave that casket where they had found it and walk back out. For all its delicate beauty, it weighed heavily (pulling towards it, like gravity, like falling, like - like - like -)
"Please, be careful with it."
And that was all there was to say as she watched the others step towards it, and magic hummed at her fingertips itching to get out.