"I can't think of a better time for a little help to keep the darkness away." Claudia reached out and brushed her fingers over the bracelet. The silver felt warmed by the sun. While the prison was still reeling from all of the losses of the past month or so, it was beginning to feel like they might be able to come up for air. A sunny ay here, a quiet night there. These were the kinds of things that went a long way.
"I think I get it. In my job - I guess my old job, we collected things." Claudia returned the bracelet to Lissa. "Usually they were things that belonged to someone at an important time, some pivotal moment in history or even just an important moment in their life. Sometimes those things would take on the feeling of the moment. Like, a pen of Edgar Allan Poe's taking on the feeling of his writings, or Gandhi's dhoti that he wore absorbing the pure sense of peace in his heart. And sometimes those artifacts would start to reflect those feelings, those emotions back to anyone who held them."
"The trouble with the artifacts is that sometimes they get a little too good with that last part. They can become unstable, even dangerous. Do your charms ever backfire like that? Oh, and if that's a rude question, feel free to smack me. My brother Joshua is always saying I came straight from the manufacturer without a tact button."