Azura's POV
The pendant was cold against my chest now. I could still feel the warmth that had been there earlier, like a memory my skin had not let go of yet. I pressed my knees closer to my chest and stared into the fire, and turned the same questions over and over, the way you turned something over when you already knew it was not going to give you an answer, but you could not make yourself stop.
The scale.
I had seen it. Clearly and completely and impossibly. Jagged at the edges, deep crimson, sitting inside the pendant like it had always been there. Like it had been waiting for me to finally notice it.
But what scale? What is it from? And why was it inside something my parents had left me?
The fire crackled and gave me nothing.
