#consolace

" don't peek! "

lidded sanguine eyes positively sparkle as long, spidery fingers fold claira's gift into waiting palms. It is a somewhat lopsided thing, earth fresh and soft where river-clay has only half baked before the warm stone hearth. carefully placed birch leaves cascade from its top in a golden crown, and at its center, a long few cornstraw strands. A scrap of fabric lovingly pressed into its middle suggests attire.