"And over here are the deep-earth minerals." Mick pulled her forward, as eager as a five year old entering the zoo. The look on his face was pure excitement.
Within the case, various lumps of rock were attached neatly to white cards, glimmering slightly in well-placed lights. A range of browns, greys, pinks, blues, and light violets gleamed from the split-open centers of the stones. Marcy was reminded of Easter candies- elaborate bon bons with fruit-infused centers or strange rock-candy concoctions. How much longer til we stop for lunch, she wondered.
Mark drew in his breath and squeezed her hand. "Look! Tarmasym! Oh isn't it lovely? That one is my absolute favorite because it's such an unusual shade of green."
"Mmmm, yes lovely," Marcy murmured her agreement while privately noticing that the loveliest thing of all was the way that Mark was still holding on to her hand.
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