Mar 10, 2020
[She’s never had such a lovely cloak before, nor would she have chosen the shade for herself-- a red as deep as her favorite spiced wine. But the brooch that fastens it, she finds lovelier still: a delicate silver flower, at its heart a single glittering gem fashioned in the shape of a raindrop to mark it as hers, and innocuous enough at first glance. Of course, if one looked closely, one would notice that its slender petals, starlike, numbered eight...]
“You don’t think it’s a bit much, do you?”
