Druvis III

Custom-made for the Druvis family by Lugus, this 1900 commemorative edition is a part of the premium series of Samildánach Jewelry. It is also the only luxury accessory Druvis III wears. It first came out in October 1911, at a birthday party held by a mother for her daughter.

A crown made of branches and leaves, adorned with black gold paper-cut moth wings and embellished with plump, lifelike pearls. Its natural upward angle gives it an elegant touch that will never go out of style. The beauty of naturalistic aesthetics is timeless.

A wing-shaped headpiece crafted from feathers, thorns, and wrought iron, adorned with neatly arranged raven feathers, glowing in deep blue and purple hues. Alongside her cherished staff, it will witness prosperity returning to the forest.

This is an incredibly peculiar wand. It appears to be an oak druid staff, with a white scythe-shaped decoration which signifies the holy moon on top and the white buds of mistletoe surrounding it. Its core is made of cat whiskers, expired painkillers and a handful of black ashes. She has named it "Otherworld."

A beautiful yingluo is delicately hung at the waist, made from a combination of gold, silver, jade pieces, and shells carefully woven together. With every step, it sways elegantly at the side of the waist.

A black wooden staff spiraling upward with hawthorn thorns entwined around it.

Legend has it these thorns were prepared for an ancient full moon ritual. Offering it true devotion could earn nature's blessing—though only the interviewee knows if this is true.

The layering of the flower arrangement, the silk decoration, and the green and white flowers go so well with her clothing that the final result is almost a work of art. "It wasn't custom-made. I just picked them up at random" She said. I should probably find myself a new bouquet designer.

Green and white silk gauze, adorned with gold and silver embroidery. It looks serene and tidy as it drapes softly, but when caught in the wind, it possesses a unique ethereal quality unlike anything else in existence.

Crows perch on thorny branches, neither arriving nor leaving.

"What do their hoarse voices foretell?"

When asked, the interviewee merely smiled without answering.

The 1920s witnessed the boom in cubism. The preference of geometric features not only influenced the design of Chrysler Building, but also changed the design of women's clothes. As new ideas collided with the old, a revolutionary change took place—the modernization of the society. In the US, modern science was realizing the dreams. Steam trains, Ford cars and the radio gave the world every reason to feel optimistic about the future. Jazz music was played throughout the night, and the people dancing the Charleston never feel tired. Nobody could stay out of the craze, especially those aristocracies who had fallen from a position of power but still tried to find a respectable place in America. "Stop telling me about your illusions," the mother gently threw a genogram with an oak sigil on it into the fireplace, "the moment you got on that ship, you became an American."

"Embrace the 'New Age' with us."

She remembers every tree growing in the Cascade Range.

The shape of the moss on the trunk, the uneven pattern of the tree rings, the size of the ant colony by its root... They make every tree different in its own way. To listen to their whispers, she failed her mother again and again, running away from the endless banquets into the long night of the forest.

Her stepfather was also familiar with every tree in the Cascade Range.

As a tycoon in the logging industry, he was keen to give a lengthy speech about the value of woods.

The faster his stock price rose, the more talkative he became.

Things changed, however, in 1928.

The supply chain of woods suddenly collapsed, and he became more and more silent. The Great Depression left out no one—it is like another upper-class banquet, but this time no one wished to be invited. At that point, bulldozing the forest and selling the land seemed to be the only choice. When her parents signed the contract, she was nestling against the branches of an oak, trying to keep a feather floating in the air with her incantation.

In this autumn in Cascade, she wished to live differently.

Pandora Wilson: I heard that your mother betrayed her arcanist family for the American Dream. I'm curious, what is your understanding of the American Dream?

Druvis III: I don't understand it.

Pandora Wilson: ...

Pandora Wilson: What if you were to describe it in one word? I think the American Dream is a belief, if you ask me.

Druvis III: It's also business.

Pandora Wilson: It's like a firework show.

Druvis III: It's like a mess of ashes.

Pandora Wilson: You seem to have a quite negative approach to it.

Druvis III: I'm sure everyone sees it differently.

Druvis III: Perhaps, we can only truly understand what the American Dream is after hearing enough criticism about it.