Fawnlight

She was quiet in her courage—
the kind that blooms in stillness.

Soft-eyed and steady, she wandered the forest edges
with flowers at her throat and wishes on the wind.

The little girl saw herself in that gentle strength—
not loud, not fierce,
but deeply rooted in wonder.

She made friends with the hush between the trees,
with the shimmer of twilight and the dandelion seeds
that carried her dreams.

Together, they learned that tenderness is not weakness—
it is magic.

.5 Troy Oz. Silver

Chain- Not included but compatible with any of our chain options.