Chapter Eleven
Llandry bent over her workbench, wielding her jeweller’s tools with precision. Her father had made them for her years before, and she treasured them almost as much as she treasured her stones. Her equipment had been moved from her tree to her mother’s balcony earlier in the day, and she had set to work immediately, eager to return to her trade. She’d chosen the balcony because the hazy forest light soothed her, the breezes caressing her wings as she worked.
Light-globes hovered just above her head, illuminating her delicate close-work. She drew one down to the bench, blinking until her eyes adjusted to the stronger glow. On the bench lay a piece of sapphire, its polished surface reflecting the light perfectly. Sapphire had been her favourite gem before she had discovered t
