The young Portal was, at this moment, being watched by the elders who sat in the woods around the last embers of the night’s fire. They had watched her before, when she had carried home a dead owl, when she had dived into the boy out of whose mouth phrases from the voices in the hills fell like surprise rain showers, as she envied the way the snakes ignored him and the eagles came to him–
Part two of the Medicine Trilogy.
Illustration for “Lost Cantos of the Ouroboros”. DAZ Studio, Carrara, Bryce, Hexagon and Photoshop.