The Tidemass Rite pendant The kind of attention that

The kind of attention that doesn’t need to be seen to be understood

They return to me often

this piece is as untamed as the spirit of those who wear it

circling close with beads of light and colour

the Fern of the Old Ways was laid upon a bed of embers

The Tidemass Rite pendant The kind of attention thatThe deck tilts under shifting weight as they gather, boots thudding against wet wood, ropes still creaking from whatever was dragged aboard. No one asks what it is. The thing lies covered near the mast, breathing slow beneath the sailcloth, as if the sea itself is still deciding whether to take it back. The captain stands at the centre, salt stiff in his coat, the bronze cross hanging low against his chest. The skull catches the moonlight first. He