Page 106 of Crystal Iris
“Of course not.”
“Nine o’clock?”
“Ten. I’m gonna need a shower after… work.”
He laughs. “I didn’t think I’d hired you when you said you were coming to spend the summer.”
“I like to work.”
He puts his bowl aside. “Now show me what it does.” He gestures to my necklace.
I put my bowl down and awkwardly lean closer to the grass.The prism spins. I pull up, and it stops. I get closer, and it spins again.
“What does it feel like?” he asks, intrigued.
“Like it does when it’s wet. Like it’s waking up.”
“What do you think it means?”
“I don’t know. I wish we knew… someone else who could tell us anything about them.”
“I think my mother knew.”
I look at him. “Why?” I ask, curious.
“Remember I told you she used to sing to us? Before bed? One of the songs, I’m pretty sure it’s about the prisms.”
“Let me hear it.”
He coughs. “I think I remember something like this.”
“Little dew drops, come down and wash my fears away
Let it fall, let it dry, let me say goodbye
Little shiny treasure, you hold more than you know
The secret to your power lies in the unknown
Seven sparkles separated by men
Always attracting, wondering when
Together, the unforgiven omen
Little dew drops, numb the heart
Let it fall, let it dry, let me say goodbye
Little shiny treasure, you hold more than you know
The secret to your power lies in the unknown
Six senses, they say
Yet one more is hidden away
A rainbow of colors, they sway
