Witch of the Waning Moon

You were young when you were chosen for the role. Magic had always come easily to you, like water from a deep well, drawn up to become accessible, abundant and useful. The Witch didn’t frighten you (though she did frighten your family, when you still had them), perhaps because she came to you in dreams first. You’d had potentous dreams for so long - little, petty things, storms and injuries and the like - that when you dreamed of the woman cloaked in the night who arrived at your door a tenday later, it was simple to follow her onto the road.

Black resin with deep purple/green/red and purple/green/pink opal micas, black mica, and a touch of black holographic glitter all swirled together. Inked in deep matte grey. Darker in person than in the photos, but I was trying to capture the swirls.

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