Astrid #006 Options:Pendant On the edge of the

On the edge of the old garden

It does not ask for loyalty

adorned with delicate floral details that seem to bloom right from the stitches

a hint of magic that lingers long after the glade falls silent again

Will you heed the call of the moon's whispers

Astrid #006 Options:Pendant On the edge of theThey say Astrid was born beneath a sky so clear, the stars could not help but notice her. A daughter of distant constellations, she grew among silver moons and golden comets, her laughter ringing like bells through the velvet dark. Each star she touched bloomed brighter, seven in particular her chosen circle who followed wherever she wandered. Around her they danced, circling close with beads of light and colour, their hearts lit by crystal flame.