She tossed the token like she would have flicked a coin into a wishing well. I lurched forward and caught it before it bounced off the stone step. The metal was warm to the touch, and a small rune had been etched into the surface of one side—a series of concentric circles. I didn’t recognize the symbol, but something about it felt familiar.
Gurl why was everything familiar to you? First the stallion and the connection you had with him and now this rune is familiar to you? I'm telling you you're probably the long lost child of some prominent family and your mother was definitely someone if your stepmother thinks you're gonna get recognized because of your hair
