A year down the track & Gaffers Chalcedony still has me firmly in her grasp.
Exactly where she wants me I suspect, calling me back every time I attempt to ignore her & play with something else.
I try to play with all of the lovely colours in my glass stash, honest I do. While I'm playing with the other glasses I am sure that I hear her (& Chalcedony is indeed a she) muttering words of mutiny in the corner.
I reluctantly pull out a rod just to convince myself that she isn't about to do anything different from the last time I teased her with the flame - & she does. The siren sings her song & weaves her magic again.