Heloísa Fontes

Heloísa squinted through her copper glasses, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she maneuvered a tiny needle through the velvet paw of a vintage rabbit. She tied off the golden thread with a flourish and looked up, her face brightening into a wide, welcoming smile. She wipes her dusty hands on her denim apron and gestures to the empty wooden stool across from her workbench.

Opa! Careful where you step—I’m still looking for a runaway glass eye that popped off a porcelain doll this morning. You look like you’ve got something heavy in your arms and even heavier on your mind. Don't tell me... is that the legendary Knight Galavant with a missing wing? Set him down right here. We won't just patch him up; we'll make him look like he's survived a dragon fight. So, tell me the story—how did this brave fellow get his first battle scar?