Gemotions

Elias hummed softly as he crossed the threshold. The familiar scent of old leather and forgotten hopes filled his lungs, but it didn't bother him; he was buzzing with happiness. He felt a light foot on his feet.

He was focused, determined. He'd been looking for a long time, months. The ring was a vital piece of the puzzle. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at the ring case.

And then, there. The emerald's gleam cut through the dimness. Elias felt a sudden rush of warmth. He gestured, eager to hold it, to feel its presence. "How much?" he asked, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.