"What are these? Cleavaged pearls?" Abby ran a coffin shaped nail along the long form dangling from the cord. They were off white, a rich cream that paired with it's size spoke a fortune.

"Alligator teeth." Zury chuckled, "From my mate. He looses a few every other week." Zury began pulling boxes off the shelves, looking over lines of pearls, and crates of thick shells. She'd ship off the puka shells to be carved, and the oysters from the north would be coming in with new colors...

Abby shrugged. "I'll just take my order." she said with a soft smile, "That's quite a setup you have here."

Zury found the box she was looking for. The fresh water oysters had a good crop, and the shipment of salt water clams had a fine turn over. "Yeah?"

"Hardly anyone would approach a gator for their fangs. They're worthless to him since he has so many.... and yet... you'd get quite a reputation as the only gal with fangs as thick as your fingers."

Zury snickered. "You've found me out."

"I'm just saying.... It's a nice long con." Abby glanced in the bowls across the shop's counters. Bowls made of shells and ceramic shards from the ocean floor, small bounties of the ocean and rivers.

"I'll throw in a line of pink pearls." Zury held up a string, and from where Abby stood she saw the thick knots that kept the gems from rubbing against one another. "For your time."

"grazie."


Another Abby! because i really enjoy everything about her. for cosmindart