Her gown stole its color from the sea. Silken, its weave was so fine it caught the banquet’s torchlight. As she danced, bright streaks raced down the loose skirt in rivulets to the seafoam lace that rippled just above the floor. Her gloves were midnight, with buckles blinking like comets passing in the dark. Her … Continue reading The Alchemist and the Seamstress →