The Molting Mark brass Will you step into the

Will you step into the night and let the stars guide you

She watches in the glass as the necklace settles

carrying their words into the dark canopy where the forest spirits lingered

roots threading through mortar

The Molting Mark brass Will you step into theSera waits until the dragon settles into its slower breath, the kind that lifts the flank in long, even intervals. The scales along its side lie close and dark, each plate fitting into the next with a precision that leaves no room for doubt. She places her fingers at the edge of one that has begun to loosen, feeling where it has already lifted from what held it before. It comes free with a soft tug. Warm at first, heavier than it looks once it rests