Lyra Lani

“Of course, you may!” Polly slid the other two leather medallions face down on the table across toward me. Barely pausing from the one she worked on.

Marta smiled at me softly and nodded toward them. “Have a look. I think you’ll be impressed. Polly is quite exceptional.”

I flipped them over and leaned to expect them in the dimness of the hut.

Lyra Lani lifted the candle closer to me so I could see them better.

I gasped, impressed. “Polly!”

It was a beaming likeness of me. Down to the curve of my hair along my shoulders and my long lashes framing my eyes. But she’d somehow made me seem brighter. Like a bit of smiling light carved into the leather.

Polly finally looked up to smile. “You like them?”

“Love them!”

“May I see?” Lyra Lani held out a delicate hand.

“Of course!” I proudly put a medallion in her palm so she could have a