Ocean's Breath Plateau seventy-third

i have a blue gem. she decides. excuse me. it'll be just a minute. and so she scampers over to her goods. pressure builds at the base of her skull, the noblewoman's heart racing. she's determined to get the blanket of seashells, but would the price match? to think, she was to forever bury the gem before this moment. how foolish of her.

deerskin pouch in tow, racharra returns with a trot so as to not waste time. once, the pouch would clink with each step the girl took but now it remains silent. she unfurls the skin for rodyn, presenting the gem to the man. surely, he'd make better use of it than she would.

i'd only take one of the shell furs. would this suffice?