Gemotions

The air inside the pawn shop was cool, a welcome change from the sweltering heat outside. Finn sauntered through the aisles, humming a tuneless melody, his hands tucked behind his back. The day had been perfect: a leisurely breakfast, a long walk in the park. He felt...unburdened.

His attention was snagged by a display case crammed with jewelry. A tarnished silver bracelet, a chipped enamel brooch, and a ring. The ring, with its intricate carvings and a deep blue stone, immediately captivated him. He knew it. He didn't know *how* he knew it, but it was familiar, deeply so.

He asked the proprietor, a man with a walrus mustache, how much. Without hesitation, he paid. The ring felt perfect on his finger. A contented sigh escaped him as he left the shop, the sunlight glinting off his new treasure.