Rias'sul's fetish

Rias'sul framed the old wooden fetish with gold. The nightelven arrow still had the dark scent of her blood, just like the day he pulled it out of her shoulder. The strong voodoo. He adorned it with the bronze wild plant, bend down and weathered, but still alive, in spite of everything, like her. He added the dark iron thorns because she was like that, sharp, fierce, hard to get to, Loa knows she hurt him enough. But at the end he made a few golden roses, they looked so fragile, unlikely and out of place. And beautiful. Just like her seldom smiles.


Polymer clay, 4h
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