Teiranen, acrylic on canvas paper, 9"x12",
They built in the ruined
cave that had once belonged to the speritu. The light
of Mirai's cookfire outshone the pale glow of the crystals.
Seven of them there were, that first season. Five exiled
from failed shapefindings across the land. One a sperith
himself, pulled back from the chaos of death and insanity.
And their leader, Daria-Toren, who stepped out of her
solitary wandering long enough to bring them together.
It was enough for a village, and enough for a new life.