She is more precious than rubies

[rinue]

Ciro is back and his toothbrush is back and he brought me a purse full of old foreign coins (from his mother) and a small chest full of rubies (yes, real ones*, from Merlin) and jars full of garlic pickles (from Ed and Ash). It is as though he has returned from a South Seas trading journey.

* They were lab-created, so nobody had to make a deal with warlords or blow up mountains. Apparently some federal security agents took some convincing that they were domestically made and not smuggled in. I don't know why Merlin got me them other than we can appreciate together that they are awesome, both in jewelry and in their applications in lasers. I will have to commission a jeweler to set them properly, although not until the film's paid off. Not that I expect to find the right jeweler sooner than that. (oh lalique. why were you not immortal?) Anyway, I am now too fancy for words; I am a lady who owns a casket of rubies. The dragon-like part of me thinks I should not set them, but should pile them with my various other treasures and perch on them while I sleep.

Comments

[valancy_jane]

Brilliant, BRILLIANT!

Are they pinkish-red or blood-red? I ask because amongst absurd things I don't need, what I want most is that necklace I tried on once thinking it was glass only to find out it was worth 10 (15?) thousand dollars: many strands of incredibly small, sparkling-so-much-they-glowed, deep-blush-pink rubies.

Also, I, too, would be tempted to sleep on them.

[rinue]

They're pretty red. Not a garnet red or a lipstick red or a wine red; a ruby red, so I guess sort of on the pink side of red while still definitely being red rather than pink. I suspect it is a red you wouldn't mind, but I wouldn't swear to it.