The walls of the glorified tomb pressed in close and closer. Even the decorations’ glowing colors in the light of her wand failed to inspire. Down here, the dark eats the light. I can look at the art, which is what we’re here to see, or I can look where I’m going-- “Ouch!” Her ankle twisted as she set her high-heeled boot down on a pebble.
She sat down quickly, rubbing the sore joint. Picking up the pebble, she took a closer look by the light of her wand tip.
Huh. It’s a pretty little thing--too bad it’s broken. She tucked it absently in a pocket in her robes. Standing up, she rejoined the group.
Later that night, she put it atop a white lace doily on her nightstand. Violet was a favorite color of hers, lush and soothing.
When she woke the next morning, the figurine was missing! And the doily had changed from silvery-white to several shades of violet.
Then the three-legged cat with a human face hobbled into the room, and it all became clear.