Witch of the Wind and Stars

It is done.

All of her plans went flawlessly, a tribute to the years of stealing scraps of knowledge and materials and power. She stands now, alone under the open sky, ringed by the aurora and the endless stars of her domain as solemn watchers to her greatest achievement and greatest cruelty. The body of her former mistress seems less imposing now, crumpled on the flagstones. Careful of the traps left untriggered, she makes her way across the courtyard and then lifts the glittering crown to her own head. She defiantly looks up toward the sky, crowned; the stars watch.

Deep purple, almost black, transparent resin with swirls of two tones of glittery blue opal micas and white ink like snow across the night sky. Inked in an icy blue to silver gradient. The low faces have less white, as it sits on the very surface of the resin and tends to be lost in the polishing process.

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