The Old Woman stands before her cauldrons, gently lowering skeins of spun yarn into her dyepot. Movement catches at the corner of her eye. She glances out into the bright light of an Autumn day to see an Eagle gliding past. The Old Woman is just about to turn back to her dyepot when another dark figure streaks through the sky. Trickster Raven lets out his unmistakable cluck as he feints a dive at the Eagle. The Old Woman strides to the cave entrance to watch the avian drama unfold, her dye spoon forgotten in her hand.
Changeling
Changeling
Changeling
The Old Woman stands before her cauldrons, gently lowering skeins of spun yarn into her dyepot. Movement catches at the corner of her eye. She glances out into the bright light of an Autumn day to see an Eagle gliding past. The Old Woman is just about to turn back to her dyepot when another dark figure streaks through the sky. Trickster Raven lets out his unmistakable cluck as he feints a dive at the Eagle. The Old Woman strides to the cave entrance to watch the avian drama unfold, her dye spoon forgotten in her hand.