Sanosuke did his best to avoid staring at the crystal as they left the markets. Not his own, which he could sense trailing behind him, perhaps a little odd in that it was longer and thinner than most pomu crystals tended to be. No, he and the other villagers were used to the slight oddity of his own crystal, which he thought reflected the unusual characteristics of his horns. This new crystal was something completely different. Sano’s eyes kept sliding to it even when he tried to prevent them doing so. He’d watched as other villagers faltered or stumbled upon spying the unfamiliar crystal, done a double-take back to the elnin who owned it, before drawing away if not outright fleeing. In his village’s defence, they were superstitious - and rightly so, with a forest of spiritkin and other malicious entities right outside. Even for them, a pomu crystal glowing sickly green and formed of violently protruding shards signalled something Very Wrong.
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