Her First Cry

I love being in our cave of treasures. I can feel the metals singing to me, calling to me. I feel their differences; their density and weight make their song different. The gemstones also have their own feel to them. I’ve found a couple that I like, that seem to speak to me louder than the others.

But mostly, I love having my mate here with me. I can’t get enough of him. There will never be enough