Saoirse and Niamh live a quiet life amongst their farm animals. Days pass quietly in the Autumn Court for the two low-fae, that is until two men appear in their pasture. From there on things get a little hectic, with a chest bound with golden threads needing new rope, the two sisters have to figure out which on has enough power to spin magic into the fiber they have. It doesn’t help that the Lord of the Court and his aide are far from patient and hospitable. Even though they’re the ones who invited themselves into Saoirse and Niamh’s home.