Gemotions

The door creaked open, and Leo practically flew inside. His feet barely touched the ground. He had been planning this for weeks. He'd followed every lead, chased every whisper, and now... this. The shop was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of old things. He barely noticed the clutter. His vision was locked onto the displays.

"Something I can assist you with?" The shop owner's voice was a gruff rumble.

"Just… browsing," Leo stammered, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked slightly. He was practically vibrating with anticipation. He needed to see it, to confirm his hope.

He gestured towards a case. There, in a small velvet box, was a familiar flash of gold. He felt like he could run a marathon. He took a single, steadying breath. It had to be. It was.