Continued from Here with @imsorryitsallmyfault
“It ain’t terrible, truly,” he said, sighing as he shook another handful of sand and mud to no avail. No ring to be found. He clicked his tongue in frustration, looking down the river, wondering if he was in the wrong section of water.
He looked up again at the second question. “Well... A lovely young woman is hauntin’ her husband. She died somewhere roun’ here and lost her ring when she fell into the river and feels so bad about it, she won’t move on. I’m hopin to put her spirit to rest once I’ve found it. But, ah... findin’ is turnin out to be harder ‘n I thought.”
He stuck both hands into the mud and sand, taking a breath. He tried to tap into the elements, seeing if he could summon the ring from where it was resting. He felt something resounding, like a tuning fork, a few feet over, but for some reason would not rise. It didn’t matter. He moved over those few feet and started the process again.
“It’s tedious, but it sho beats fightin’ an angry spirit by a mile.”