What i saw was an oval of what could only be worked metal and in the center of that a stone or perhaps another bit of metal which was a dead black in color. Rosemund did talk about her brothers and her father who has promised he will come to us for christmas without fail. His world emptied of everything except that hand immersed in agony, the ancient face inches away staring at.
The mute twin.
Above it, his faded blue eyes were as hard as rocks.