Desert Tooth

There is a talisman buried in the dust of memory, a fang of stone pulled from the rib of the Earth - where turquoise veins run like ancient rivers through the heart of Arizona.  

Each Kingman bead speaks in soft desert blues, singing of sunlit mesas and the hush between winds.  At its center, the pendant hangs: Sharp like instinct, serene like ritual.  Not a weapon - but a reminder - that beauty, too, can bear teeth.  

Desert Tooth is a piece for those who lead without permission, who find grace in edge, and fire in stillness.  A tooth of the land, kissed by gold.  For the ones who wear the wild like skin.