Dragonfly knew two things: first, that she was really, really annoyed; second, that whatever this little crystal pendant was, it wasn’t hers. That latter bit was importantly mostly because she’d found it in one of ‘her’ cases - the foam-lined steel or black plastic security cases that usually held things of hers that had gotten shipped or sold to ne’er-do-wells around the country. This one, apparently, had been emptied out and the foam replaced to hold... something. Maybe a foot lon