There's a quickness to this one a kind of alert, quiet energy, like something moving just at the edge of your sight before you've fully turned your head.
I braid each strand of copper by hand, one over another, over and over, until the weave holds itself together the way a good braid always does. It takes longer than people expect. I don't rush it.
Copper's been worn on the wrist for longer than anyone can trace back people keep reaching for it, keep coming back to it, long after the newer things have come and gone. There's something in that.
I hope this one finds its way to a wrist that moves through the world the way a fox does watchful, unhurried, sure of its own step.
Material: 99.9% Pure Copper