The little flicker of yellow-green light speeds up again, and zips up to the ceiling, and over to a pillar of olivine in the centre of the chamber Garnet had opened the way to - a roughly spherical room, almost like the interior of an olivine geode, if such a thing were possible. The light joins a brighter core of the same in the heart of the pillar, and it pulses, once, ever-so-briefly outlining the shapes of several individual crystals there, suspended in some kind of fluid.
The flicker of emerald that went with it returns to Loki's outstretched fingers.
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The little flicker of yellow-green light speeds up again, and zips up to the ceiling, and over to a pillar of olivine in the centre of the chamber Garnet had opened the way to - a roughly spherical room, almost like the interior of an olivine geode, if such a thing were possible. The light joins a brighter core of the same in the heart of the pillar, and it pulses, once, ever-so-briefly outlining the shapes of several individual crystals there, suspended in some kind of fluid.
The flicker of emerald that went with it returns to Loki's outstretched fingers.