Date: 2009-12-22 12:48 pm (UTC)
It was a completely random encounter. Someone had told her that Queen of England had green hair, but she suspected that people were making fun of her again. So she did a google search for pictures of her and that's where she saw it.
The poor thing was trapped, on top of a scepter that the (white-haired) Queen was holding. It was so big and so bright that Parker couldn't keep her eyes off it. Even in captivity, it was shiny and sparkly, and she knew there and then that it was crying to be liberated. Just like Parker had been doing before she had broken free.
But the Star of Africa would need help. Unlike Parker, it couldn't climb, or crawl, or block a heat detector. It couldn't see the guards doing their rounds, and even if it tried, it couldn't wriggle its way out of the scepter. Parker would do it. Parker knew the secret cry of diamonds and rubies and emeralds. She knew how to make the stones love her like their real queen, because she knew what they wanted.
She booked a flight to London and set out to woe the Star of Africa, so that one day it would love her back.
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