Some say the Sundart necklace was crafted in the last molten breath of summer, when heatwaves shimmer like wings and the light itself seems to strike. Others claim it was built from the tail of a fire-dwelling sprite—snapped off mid-flight as she zipped between sunbeams, reckless and radiant.
Citrine glows with clear golden light. Goldstone burns with embered gleam. Carnelian flashes like a heartbeat in shadow. But it’s those pale winglike beads—smoothed by nature, shaped like slivered flames—that suggest Sundart belongs to a creature who doesn’t walk the earth so much as blaze across it.
And then there’s Moltenflit—her sister spark, loosed from the same forge-fire, darting away in a scatter of heat and light. Where Sundart strikes true, Moltenflit dances unpredictably, both born of the same blaze yet chasing their own paths.
Whether you see sparks, wings, or both, one thing is certain: this necklace was born to catch the light… and maybe start a little trouble.
