Oh yes, Skye was wondering just how much this cube would sell for if she brought it into the cityâ€™s market place. In her mind she pictured several people coming up to her asking that question and more people throwing out offers. She would be able to afford anything she wanted and maybe even settle in somewhere and have a home in the city so she was not wandering around all the time. Donâ€™t get her wrong, she enjoys travelling and sightseeing, but she would rather have a place to call home. Hotels can get expensive as hell sometimes and she doesnâ€™t always have the money to pay for one. If she sold this cube she would no longer have to worry about money again, she would be swimming in it! It would be absolutely glorious and the more she thought about it the bigger her smile grew; if it stretched nay further it might be stuck on her forever.<br/><br/>The cube was so pretty the way it shone that odd color, almost making it seem like it was something more than meets the eye. Skye continued to look at it more, observing the strange markings. It certainly had her curious. Maybe somebody in the city knew what it wasâ€¦ maybe it was some kind of rare artifact. Suddenly it formed eyes and a mouth andâ€¦ wait a secondâ€¦ did it justâ€¦ talk to her!? No, Skye was not crazy, she was not imagining things; this thing definitely just spoke to her.<br/><br/>Out of sheer surprise she dropped the cube again and stared at it for a good long while. â€œHoly shit! Is this thing alive!?â€ She wondered out loud as she gently gave it a nudge with her foot. If this thing was alive then surely the price would skyrocket! Forget swimming in money, there would be oceans of money waiting for herâ€¦ waitâ€¦ did the cube mention treasure? Now that was something that interested her. As soon as the cube mentioned treasure she was all ears. Maybe it was some kind of treasure map, but it spoke? Or maybe it was some kind of treasure itself? Well that was pretty obvious since it was something unique-looking that fell out of the sky. Skye has honestly never seen anything like this before in her life, she wasnâ€™t sure whether it was exciting or terrifying.<br/><br/>â€œTreasure? What kind of treasure?â€ She questioned, arching a brow as so many things began running through her mind. That big smile stretched across her face again and once again she took the cube in her hands and started turning it over. Gently, she knocked on it and then started to shake it again. â€œTell me, talking cube, what is this treasure? Is it something big, small, will it make me into some kind of Goddess? Is it like a kingâ€™s treasure? What is it!?â€ Similar questions continued to bombard the poor cube as the overly excited weretiger shook the cube. Eventually her interest began to die and she stopped shaking it. What if the treasure that it spoke of was nothing special at all? Maybe it was one of those treasures that in the end would turn out to be something like a moral lesson that was suppose to stick with her.<br/><br/>That would not be any fun what so ever.<br/><br/>Suddenly the scent of another caught her attention, from what she gathered they were pretty close, too. What if they saw the cube fall? Oh no. This simply would not do! She was not going to share her treasure with anyone! Skye quickly and quietly retreated into the small, damp waterfall cave and found a comfortable rock to sit on. She removed her shoulder bag and sat it on the rock before gingerly, in spite of how rough she has been with it thus far, sitting the cube down to prevent it from getting wet as much as she could. She stared at the cube intently, waiting for what secrets of treasure it would reveal to her.