This was the third morning in a row that Veles left the human realm and found himself in his home forge on the Isle of Misery. Going over to his workbench he takes a look at the open pages of a Thomas Sabo catalogue and then at the necklace he was working on the previous day. It’s coming along nicely and he had to admit to himself, he got it looking like the original. The delicate gold chain had three pendants that he lovingly cast out of gold, a cross, an anchor and a key. He smiles to himself as he thinks back to carving the casts out of wood. Tiny little delicate things that they are.
He would love to make something more for her. More in mass and more impressive, but he has the feeling she would not like it. Ilona never wears much jewelry in general and he did see she has stacks of Th
