The Little Garden Spoon ghost vulnerable

vulnerable

the unwritten names

Real eucalyptus leaf in copper

shaped by time

but a vow whispered to her by a knight who never returned from the northern wars

The Little Garden Spoon ghost vulnerableThe spoon is brought out with a kind of ceremony no one names. Not polished, not hidden away either simply kept separate, wrapped in linen that smells faintly of dried lavender and old cupboards. Carys unwraps it at the table while the others are still settling, smoothing the cloth once before setting it aside. The metal catches the light in a softer way than the rest of the service, the edges worn from use that has never been rushed. Its hers,