Even without the thin circle of gold set in her hair, there is something about her bearing, something about her expression…It reminds me of the way cats sit and stags stand. It reminds me of the unhurried way the moon skims across the sky. There is a completeness about her, a certainty, and a well of power that isn’t interested in proving itself, since such a thing would be unnecessary. Redundant. It speaks for itself.
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