Elara's Choice winter the queens of old would

the queens of old would gather — not to quarrel over crowns or kingdoms

hidden beneath sleeves and gloves

Fully lined

Two rows of buttons to adjust the size slightly

Enough for a few people to glance up

Elara's Choice winter the queens of old wouldThe necklace is brought in with the morning catch, tangled in rope and kelp, its clasp bent but still holding. It doesnt match the rest too intact, too deliberate, the blue stones holding a depth that doesnt belong to anything that drifts near shore. Elara takes it from the pile before anyone can claim it and doesnt put it back. By dusk, shes waded far enough that the sand has dropped away beneath her feet. The chain is wrapped once around her hand.