The basket itself could not be refurbished, for the smell lingered, and so Jonathon then made a fire, breaking the woven cane with a few snaps, and in doing so, he saw glinting in the firelight beside - a piece of gold that had been caught in the weave had now loosened and dropped to the dirt. It was an earring.
He turned it over in his hands - it was wonderfully fashioned. A golden hoop with a cast of blue Sapphires. It occurred to him that its golden partner might be buried where he had lain it, but the thought of digging up the head did not feel proper, however tempting. He carefully lay the earring onto a sieve and washed it in the trough, with a final rinse of what was left of his drinking water. He then solemnly placed it through the hold in his ear, and snap, it fitted perfectly. Well pleased with his find, and how his prospects had changed, he settled onto his bed and slept soundly til dawn.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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