Topaz

He held the bronze stone in his fist and clenched it tight. A swirling mist inside the stone’s jagged cuts moved in agitation, and a voice inside growled.

What be de meaning of dis?

Nusuth opened one finger from his fist and looked petulantly at the rock.

“You be talkin’ too much.”

The mist churned tumultuously.

You think I be talkin’ too much? I show you talkin’ too much! I be talkin’ all night ‘n’ day, “talkin’ too much…”

Nusuth stuffed the topaz stone into his sachet and pulled the strings tight. His long, troll ears flattened.

“Crazy talkin’ spirit.”