She blooms where no bloom should grow, among web and wild root, petals unfurling in impossible places. Her belly is a vintage peony, soft as a breath and twice as stubborn.
The garden is her haunt. She carries a quiet kind of magic, whispered to her by thistle, thorn, and the smallest weeds that go unnoticed.
Spun in the edges of wild places, spiderlings stir in the branches and brambles.
Stone: Vintage Resin Peony
Measurements: 3/4" tall by 3/8" wide, (excluding the bail) approx
Chain: Chains are sold separately. Grab yours here.
