"Finders Keepers"
It spoke to him, most times at night when the images of a vast white world would lull him to sleep. The young halfling went hours past his bedtime most nights, playing with the gem inlaid in silver metal that was woven into intricate designs of leaves and plants around the entirety of the band, muttering to it, to himself for ages on end. His glowing silver eyes were hidden beneath his blanket, making his mother unable to see the young silven was still awake in the wee hours of the morning.
When he first came into contact with the magical jewelry, he had run away from home late one night, far past the walls of the holy city and deep into the adjacent forest. Still, night never faded and the silven was able to trek until the dilapidated ruins called his name. He entered hesitantly, his tanned fingers running across the stone architecture as he made his way inside. Two silver orbs, lined with a ring of cyan were the only thing visible in the old building, bobbing up and down as the boy explored his newfound play place. Before long, something glimmered just out of sight from his silvenite gaze, a ring. Sitting perfectly undisturbed in a pile of rubble, calling out to him within his very mind. Reaching forwards with curiosity flooding his senses, he slipped the ring onto one finger, specifically his ring finger on his left hand.
It was then a feeling of overwhelming clarity rushed into the halfling's mind, nearly sending him onto his knees as it took him a moment to comprehend what had just happened. The ring sitting upon his finger slowly began to fill his mind with wisdom, slowly teaching him the ways of the unknown magic. Before long, only a few months had passed since he came into possession of the ring and had been speaking to it hidden within his room when his ability to phase into social groups came naturally to him.
