Gahrye's Epilogue - Part 5

GAHRYE

Gahrye actually stopped breathing when she reached inside to pull out the little golden ring.

Kalle's eyes widened at what she drew out, then she stared at him.

"I told you I would get something more… permanent," he said gruffly.

She stared at the ring again, her mouth open, and Gahrye looked at it for the fiftieth time, trying to see it as she would.

He'd had a tiny, golden horse, it's mane and tail flying, it's legs curled into a gallop, cast by a jeweler. But he'd been afraid it would catch on her clothing, or scratch her skin. So the jeweler had suggested covering it in a round of resin, or crystal—Gahrye didn't know what the material was, exactly, except that he was assured it would keep its clarity over the years—and circling it in gold.

So, when Kalle looked down at the ring, she saw what appeared to be a tiny horse, glowing from the center of a small, oval of amber, and circled in gold.