The storm never announces itself politely. First comes the flicker — a shimmer at the horizon, a warning written in light. Then the sky splits open, and the downpour follows, swift and absolute.
Flickerpour captures that charged moment in gemstone form. Silver-gray moonstone and silver-gray obsidian shimmer like stormlight caught on wet stone, while sparkling gray spacers flash with an uncanny brownish glow — like the bruised tint of clouds just before the rain crashes down. The lightning-strike pendant is a promise: storms are sudden, fierce, and alive.
In the Faewilde, Flickerpour is whispered to belong to the storm-callers, those who dance unafraid beneath thunder’s roar and who wear the storm itself as their shield. To wear it is to embrace both the shimmer and the deluge.
