A Drop of Sunshine winter The Bellwarden waits at the

The Bellwarden waits at the corridor’s edge

Likely a trick of the light

By the time they saw the fairy court

pearls catching what little light survives in this hollowed place

A Drop of Sunshine winter The Bellwarden waits at theEdmund finds it where the light pools strongest, just beneath the old pear tree where the grass has gone thin from too many summers. At first he thinks its a trick of the sun, something caught between his eyes and the ground, but when he crouches, it remains a small, faceted drop resting against the roots, warm before he even touches it. It sits in his palm like something that has weight beyond its size. Not hot, not bright, just steady, as if it has