Blue folded her slender, furred arms on the bar top and then rested her head on them, able to see everything Chase was doing. Both large ears were pricked forward, listening to the tiny sounds that most individuals would not hear. They were both pierced, but the soft, short fur pretty much hid the tiny holes, and there were no earings currently in place. She couldn't remember what had happened to them...
And she probably didn't want to know anyway.
Blue made it a habit not to induldge in anything nice, such as clothing or jewelry, for she usually woke up from a blackout with it gone. She stuck to the cheap and simple, knowing eventually it would get damaged beyond repair, like the dress she had been wearing, though she knew for a fact she hadn't passed out in it (Blue was more of a pants and shirt type of gal).
Really, the only thing she wore that had any value to her was the strange pendant around her neck, which she was currently rubbing over with her fingertips as she leaned forward. No matter what else was lost, this pendant was always there. Well, in a way. She swore it sometimes dissapeared, not that she ever actually saw that happen. It just...was always there when she thought about it and went to touch it, but any time after that she never noticed it's presence. And it seemed that no one else ever did either. It was such a gaudy piece of metal, one was almost sure to notice it hanging around her neck on a thick chain. But nobody ever mentioned it. Not once.
To this day it confused her.
Little known to Blue, the pendant really did do it's little dissapearing act whenever it was not thought about. So at the moment, Chase hadn't actually seen it, even when he dissolved her clothes, and all the times after that. It hadn't been there.
Having been in her own thoughts, hazel eyes no longer really focused on the movements of his hands, Chase's words startled her. Blue sat bolt upright and her already fuzzy tail fluffed out further as the hair stood on end. The pendant was clasped tightly in the hand that had previously been rubbing it.
Woah, down girl. Just calm down.
Smiling nervously, and a bit emarassed, she nodded jerkily. "Yeah, ok, sounds good."
Woah, she really had to get over this jumpy thing. All the hidden trauma she had gone through during her blackouts, and the after affects of it, had spawned a nervous streak in her that tended to make her a bit jumpy.
It really was a stupid and annoying habit of hers.
Then she remembered the pendant, and it's familiar weight was back in her hand. Woah...had it really been gone...? Well hell, if the damn thing could dissapear, then maybe she was simply insane and she was the only one who could even see it in the first place! Frustrated now, her expressive ears laid back, and her hazel eyes slowly faded to a disgruntled shade of brown.
Well, there was one way to find out.
Blue suddenly jumped up to her knees on the bar stool, leaned forward a bit, and thrust the pendant at Chase, holding the length of chain closest to the circular chunk of medal. "Can you see this?" She asked curtly, her curiousity getting the better of her.
Indeed the object was visable, and none too pretty. The metal disc was fairly thick, and an old rustic brown, whatever the original color of the metal having deteriorated into a near-black. There was a distinct fissure down the middle, as though the pendant had cracked in half and then been melded back together hastily. There was even a makeshift loop off to one side of the loop currently being used for the chain to thread through, as though the second half had been worn before the two were put back together. The design was odd, and a bit deformed due to the repair. There were nine distinct symbols raised on the surface of the thick metal disk, looking almost like the letters of some ancient script.
Even Blue had not the foggiest idea what they meant.
And so the little fennic fox girl waited, wondering if she was indeed hallucinating the ugly thing, or if Chase could see it as well.
She really wouldn't put it past her unstable mind to have made the piece of jewelry up...that would explain it never being stolen.
Or maybe it was just too ugly to be stolen.
