Leo 30. A poetess wearing rings with large gemstones in them.
Desire is more important than fulfillment, and to gaze into a gemstone into a place of light where one can never be proves it. These sparkling stones keep the fingers company as they write poems. The gems are utterly oblivious to words except as the noises of them impinge on their facets, reverberating into the little sanctums of light where only the eye can go. The only joy greater than being a transparent stone is to be one who rides a wrinkled finger listening, drinking in poems, freed from all need to understand.