The sunlight caught within the dew upon a spider's web --
-- and perhaps they could be worked into jacket! Maybe as stitching, or --
Dew with sunlight at it's center... --
-- Anything from the hardness of Winters first frost to the durability of a spiders web woven overnight and collecting the warmth of the suns first rays.
A spiders web, the dew being held steady on each strand of the delicate silk.
Was resting on a newly hedge woven desk, a thing of birch and briars, or what passed for the former within the Hedge, every so often, the birch's eyes, would blink, or shift and gaze up at the world around them. Near the antique sewing machine, gilded and glowing with the gentle rays of the setting sun. Every so often wisps of dusk clouds would appear, only seen from the corner of your eye, disappearing as soon as you tried to center them in your eye.
Mhairi sidesteps one of the dress mannequins that floated passed, fell-flames flickering as the female silhouette poses before slowing slipping away into a realm of sketches given life, wearing splashes of color, filling out lines, then erasing them. Forever in a moment of ideas - fashion yet to be given thought.
Mhairi had thought of expanding the Autumn Commons, and creating a work space there, but she reconsidered because she knew she wouldn't be working on things for Autumn, but for her own dreams. So, she finally carved out her own slice of the Hedge.
A Hollow, with dreams of gothic grandeur, slipping between possibilities, and imagination but only the vestibule was a reality. The only thing that Mhairi could give form to before the call of her workshop became to great and she just had to start experimenting, but even that urge needed to be tempered since Mhairi had a gift and commission both to work on for the gilded nix, Seraphina .
Who Mhairi hoped would be able to find the small hollow without any trouble.