The saga of the ring...

[silverthorne]

When I was 17, I bought a ring in Tucson that, at the time at any rate, was one of a kind. Made of sterling silver, with an eagle's head and psuedo-NA spiral square markings along the band. It was very important to me then--in the same way crosses, the Star of David or any other number of pieces of religious/spiritually themed jewelry can get for people.

It also tended to disappear every once in a while, not to be seen for months on end even if I knew exactly where I had left it last, and also knew that there was no good explaination for why it would have moved from the spot it had been left in. Invariably, it would turn back up in that spot.

This last time, it went missing a week or so after I had moved into the apartment, along with my equally as long-lived bearclaw pendant. To be honest, I had 'cleaned' and then gotten rid of a lot of my working tools from when I was actively practicing magic. I felt I was past the stage of doing much of that anymore, and what little I would do needed no outward tools. I was pretty sure the jewelry had gone out with the tools, especially since at the time there was a lot less places to lose things in because I had a lot less stuff, period. Also; Small apartment--and one that I fine-toothed combed more than once to make sure ring and necklace were no longer there.

So, of course, when I go to make one of my checks on Foot to make sure her belly was ok and she wasn't chewing her stitches off, what do I find?

The ring, two inches from Foot's foot, under the bed--where I'd checked several times before, and had run a vaccum cleaner over many times since then.

Yeah. Heh. It's back on my ring finger now.