"Now, of course!" Jalinda grinned. "No time like the present!"
"Ah. Er, I was afraid you were going to say that," Thulka grunted uneasily. "See, I, uh, I've got it here, but there's a problem."
Jalinda raised an eyebrow. "What sort of problem?" she asked in a tone which said you had better not have broken it, or you're going to spend the next week sleeping in the stable. Thulka knew that tone well. Before their first night together, Jalinda had owned a very expensive set of crockery, a family heirloom. After two hours of the bed slamming against the floor, they'd come downstairs, seeking water for their dehydrated bodies, and found it reduced to dust.
"It's like this," Thulka explained. She pulled her satchel out from under the bed and withdrew the Seed. It was a massive emerald, half of it left in the original blocky, dark state in which it had been ripped from the earth, the other cut into the image of two women intertwined in a passionate embrace, their bellies round with life.
Jalinda's eyes widened. "It's gorgeous! It looks fine with me. Why can't we use it now?"
"Okay, go ahead and use it," Thulka said, gesturing.
Jalinda picked up the heavy lump of crystal. She turned it this way and that. She moved it towards Thulka, then pulled it back towards herself. She stopped and thought for long seconds.
"Uhm, I'm not sure... what I'm actually supposed to--"
"And now you see the problem," Thulka said.
"You mean you went all this way to get it and you forgot to find out how to use it?" Jalinda said hotly. "Dearest, I love you, but sometimes I think your head is as stuffed full of muscles as the rest of you!"
"Well, excuse me!" Thulka snapped. "Their wasn't an instruction scroll, and the skeletal hydra that was guarding it didn't happen to be in an talkative mood! Maybe you could go back to the tomb, walk through a swarm of zombie rats up to your waist, and ask them yourself!"
The two women glared at each other for a moment, and finally Jalinda sighed. Her frown melted. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just..."
"I know." Thulka chucked her under the chin. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out."
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