My Chosen

"Mama, what's this necklace for? It's..shiny and.." even as Eloise held it in her palm, it was still chill from the box. Her brows furrowed as she flipped it around in her fingers. Gentle and precise. "...strange." her mother looked down at her, almost absentmindedly before the lady realized that it was the Chosen who spoke to her.
"Oh! My Chosen, it's yours, it's the one all Chosen wear when they reach your age!" Her eyes creased, the smell of the sizzling pop of grease on the stove. But Eloise kissed her teeth, the necklace tumbling onto the wood table.