>With a smile the woman lifts the plastic material saying, "We keep this >covered for its protection, you know." Mira looks up and smiles and nods. She watches the woman remove the covering. >As she removes the covering you see a rectangular box, about 30 cm high >and half that wide and deep. The box is made of a dark wood with a >pronounced grain that forms a swirling pattern. The pattern in the grain >seems to sparkle and flow under the light of the lamp, almost like the >swirls of a fast flowing stream as it passes over a rocky bottom. The >wood of the box has been carved to enhance the effect, bringing it out >here, and restricting it there to enhance the feeling that the wood >itself is a river of yellow and light brown water flowing through a dark >brown stream bed. Mira sighs softly, a sound of deep appreciation. >"This is wood from the Povem tree. Its wood grain reacts like this to >light. Isn't it lovely?" "I'm speechless." >Near the top of the box in a circular inset an analog clock has been >set. The clock's hands are silver, and gleam in the light and the >numbers around the outside rim are red LED's. ooc: red led's? about small red gems that glow as if backlit by some light source.>A small oval platinum relief is inset just below the clock, "Press here, >and the door opens giving you access to the controls." the old woman >demonstrates, "You can adjust the time, or set the clock to any planet's >time system here, and also set it to play any of the several tunes that >are stored inside." > >She lifts the clock and shows you the bottom, "The mechanism can be >accessed here. The wooden casing removed so the clock's hardware can be >repaired or serviced. Although, that shouldn't be necessary for many, >many years. We guarantee this piece to work flawlessly for 40 years." "Its perfect." Mira says and reaches to lift her bag to the counter, "Now for the fun part for you..." Mira
