For the prompt 'exit the dragon'.
Jade
"I'll be in the west wing, reading the scrolls about the history of silk, to tell Lark about later; mind you don't wander off," said Rosethorn, but Evvy had eyes only for the object which rested in front of her. An amulet dangled from a hair-fine strand of gold; there were characters on it that Evvy couldn't identify, but she peered at the engraving of a water-snake that almost glided off the polished white jade, along with what looked like a symbol of Kanzan the Merciful, judging from the bowl of water and the white lotuses painted on a scroll nearby.
"This is eight hundred years old?" she whispered, awestruck. Rosethorn had told her about the finery in these displays of the Yanjingyi emperor's – "to show off his wealth and status, according to Crane; he'd know, being a noble," she'd said ruefully – but this was like nothing Evvy could have imagined; it was more beautiful even than Briar's alphabet. Even through the magical ward, she could feel the jade's contentment at being so diligently cared for.