The stone glittered beneath the prince's feathers. He tilted his head one, then twice, looking at himself in the stone. The stone that once belonged to the sheep. It was so precious... so beautiful. Prince Charmbirb lost many hours looking into the stone, turning it over between his claws, observing another side, then turning it over once more. It was truly beautiful. It was amazing... Prince Charmbirb Gertrude sighed, fluffing his feathers over the stone as he rested his body over it protectively. His stone... his precious, precious stone.