Still seated in the aviary, Scarlet took a moment to craft a macramé wrap for her newest spell gem: a soft ritual that calmed her hands while her mind continued to spin with plans. The thread she chose was undyed silk, plain but luminous, its off-white hue catching the sunlight with a gentle sheen. She had carefully waxed the floss beforehand; if the holder snapped mid-casting, she'd be furious with herself. Better to do it right the first time. Fumbling during an event could mean life or death.
The process was slow and meticulous. It took several failed starts before the base structure held together properly. The gem itself, an uneven piece of uncut white jade, refused to sit still at first, slipping through imperfect knots. But Scarlet persisted. Her fingers moved with quiet precision, adjusting, tightening, testing the strength with small, practiced tugs.
Eventually, it settled into place.
She let out a soft breath of relief as the jade finally nestled in its cradle. Her hands continued weaving the wrap, ensuring that no matter how much she moved or how hard she ran, the gem would stay secure. Now and again, she pulled out a fine needle to help guide the thread, the motions not unlike those used in lace-making; delicate, focused, full of intent. And in her line of work, intent was key.
When the piece was finally finished, she tied it off with a clean knot and added a small wooden bead carved from elderwood. It gleamed with a quiet polish, smooth to the touch. Elder was said to symbolize protection and healing, an apt choice for the spell she set in the stone. She hadn’t had time to etch runes or symbols into the bead, but even plain, it carried a quiet strength.
After finding a suitable leather cord, she strung the finished charm and slipped it over her head. The jade settled against her collarbone, warm from the sun. Scarlet leaned back, letting the aviary’s filtered light play over the new gem. It wasn’t just functional. It was beautiful.
And more than that, it was hers.