Jay

Here I was again, counting the hours till tomorrow and keeping my fingers busy (I still had ten in those days).

As I breathed in the smell of cooling charcoal, my thoughts were already on the road.

Dust motes drifted in the late sunbeams that filtered through the windows of the forge and lit up the bangles I’d been polishing ready for Wenn Fair. Earrings were tied together ready for packing, and my silver charms were bagged, to be threaded onto plaited cords w...