Two months in the making.

The man nods down at the object and lifts it carefully in his hand. The entire rose barely stretches the length of his palm. As he holds it you notice the delicate lines carved in on the leaves to add a texture nearly exact to that of a real rose.

A gift for Nerys in celebration of her promotion. I have not seen her yet to give it to her.

A gentle sigh exits his lips as he turns the rose in his fingers. You catch words etched on the length of the stem and squint to read the tiny writing.