#writephoto spring: renewals and reimaginings by Lorraine

Another installment, this time more lengthy, in Cullen Callawe’en’s quest. Born humanish in the northern lands where all folks possess personal magic, she grew up wild within the forest. Learning all that nature could teach, as her forebears learned from the Ancients before magic came to her people. Keenly feeling the difference between herself and her clan, Culleen resolved to quest.

She set out to find her own personal magic, traveling first with Vesta, her wolf dog, then later joined by Kuth, a raven sent as a talisman and guide from the north. The trio experienced strange phenomenon as they journeyed across the middle, through an escarpment guarding the east, along shores and above on the cliffs of the great easterlies sea. She first encountered a wraith-woman as glimpse, gathering beach treasures thrown up by tides. Next as a shadow who followed, then attacked, her arrow grazing Vesta before Culleen whacked yew bow from her hands. In a dreamscape, she saw wraith-woman’s encampment, and wraith-woman’s bow sang a lament of longing and loss. Lost arrow imbued Culleen with some magic so, like her people, she now understood clacking raven speak. So, when moon was full and clear, she entered dreamed encampment and met her pale almost other self. In a trance, she rode with wraith-woman through moonscaped lands, back towards sea cliffs. At a stone bridge crossing an narrow inlet where inward sea met outward stream, she waited with her new friend for the tide to turn.*


After the tide had scoured fjord, it’s incoming waves as stampeding versions of their two ponies, wraith-woman, firmly holding Culleen’s hand, descended below the bridge’s stone abutments. Culleen still felt effects of her riding trance – they seemed to float down embankment and walk across water. Not possible her rational brain argued but then she had come seeking magic – not now the time, space nor place to question.

Wraith-woman drew strength from their salty trail, her paleness less opaque, her hand less ethereal. Hair shone with moon bright luster, eyes sparked dark against her pale face and day-break sky. Culleen felt small, dirty, disheveled. Off keel – her own sense of self drifting with tide’s treasures. “Soon,” wraith-woman whispered; “Soon to Spring’s waters.”

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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