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Step Two: Druidcraft Queen of Swords
I am a woman who is no longer young, but still strong enough to sit here. I am seated in my wooden throne high atop a rock and facing into the wind. I can feel the wind blowing into my face, but I take it head on and don't turn away from it. My posture is upright, and I have one foot close to my chair, as if I might need to be ready to stand up. I wear purple and blue robes but no shoes, and I hold my sword in front of me, resting in both hands in front of my chest. To my right there is a high peak with a leafless gnarled tree growing from it - it's the only thing other than the sky itself that higher than me. Even the sun's dawning is far below me and behind me.
My face might be described as stern - my mouth is set in a narrow line, my eyebrows are arched and I seem to be looking down my nose through slit eyes, but don't assume you know what I'm thinking.
I am a woman who is no longer young, but still strong enough to sit here. I am seated in my wooden throne high atop a rock and facing into the wind. I can feel the wind blowing into my face, but I take it head on and don't turn away from it. My posture is upright, and I have one foot close to my chair, as if I might need to be ready to stand up. I wear purple and blue robes but no shoes, and I hold my sword in front of me, resting in both hands in front of my chest. To my right there is a high peak with a leafless gnarled tree growing from it - it's the only thing other than the sky itself that higher than me. Even the sun's dawning is far below me and behind me.
My face might be described as stern - my mouth is set in a narrow line, my eyebrows are arched and I seem to be looking down my nose through slit eyes, but don't assume you know what I'm thinking.