Moonspear I make dark things beautiful, and beautiful things dark

"It is—about the size of a pinecone," Osiris answered; the stone was large enough to gnaw on without the risk of them swallowing it. "Why do you ask?" He knew very little about children their vulnerabilities—especially when it came to items that could fit in their mouths. 

Once Hydra explained her plan of action, Osiris felt comforted; he knew that he could rely on her. "I won't move," Osiris promised. When prompted to describe the stone, he studied it for a moment before replying. "It's pretty—it reminds me of the moon, somehow. It's also very sparkly, which I thought the kids would like, and very smooth to the touch." Osiris was proud of his discovery. 

As Hydra began to paw at malleable dirt, Osiris attempted to stifle the ticklishness he felt. It was a strange sensation, and although it was hard to ignore, Osiris knew he had to stay still.[/b]