Moonlight illuminates the edges of her face, highlighting the delicacy of her hands and the slight glimmer of her ancestral jewelry. Another night of surviving is another night of victory.
A curve in the shape of an S is her body and hips while hands outstretch. What does she hide in her billowy gown? What blades and words urge to escape in anger?
Mother Moon showers gift up her, a fair omen. Sword at the ready. The time is now.