A round disc of pale jade, milky green clouding through white like weather over a field, set in a plain sterling bezel. Across its face, a small silver sprig — one flower, two leaves — as if something had taken root on the stone.
The jade carries its own quiet variation, no two angles quite the same. The silverwork stays delicate against it, a single gesture rather than a crowd.
For the ones who like a little green, and a little growing thing to carry.
