Nov 19, 2015
@whirlygem
That was an unmistakable scent. Something soft and sweet wafting in the breeze, beckoning. Come to me, Spike. Spiiiike. Yes, he wanted to go to there. He licked his little dragon chops and followed the alluring aroma. There! Nestled securely on someone's forehead lay the soft green gem that relentlessly called him
“A peridot.” He grinned stupidly as he admired the shine and brilliance of such a gorgeously delicious stone.