Haggatha always wears black and never throws away a good button. Or a useful grudge.
One of the coven, she resides in a pocket dimension deep within a wild fig grove, hidden in a dragonlord’s domain. Here, knowledge is gathered, secrets are tended, and the beautiful dangerous things the world has forgotten find a place to linger.
I’ve repurposed an antique black mourning button as a pendant, framing its dark pattern in an ornate setting.
