Astrid’s Fallen Star dragon This choker once graced the

This choker once graced the throat of the Ashscale Regent — the silver-crowned wyrm whose breath turned armies to ash and whose rule spanned centuries of fire and fear

jars of morning dew

carried close to the skin

shadows bending toward us like obedient servants

and probably haunting something glamorous

Astrid’s Fallen Star dragon This choker once graced theWe dont see Astrid often, but when we do, its never for long. She passes overhead like someone that forgot the ground exists, slow enough to follow with your eyes, never slow enough to reach. The stars keep their distance from us except for the ones she carries in her hands, turning them as she moves, checking them the way others might check a clasp or a seam. This one slipped just enough to fall from her fingers and catch somewhere it wasnt meant to