Hortense lives where the fig grove folds away from the world, deep within the dragonlord’s domain. She keeps company with old books, the most lovely difficult women and beautiful things that have survived memory. She remembers their first stories.
I set this vintage black glass mourning cameo in a patterned bezel, with a simple band that keeps the tiny portrait at the center of things. Her raised profile reveals its details as the light moves across the glass.
