Mythic Tales
Cormorant
I remember the afternoon I met her. I had wandered down to the rocky beach by the house I had moved into some months prior, in the cold and windy February. The weather was starting to warm up now, after a short and gloomy rainy season. I wasn’t brave enough to get in the water yet, it still felt chillingly cold on my feet, lapping vestiges of the winter, but as I looked out across the rippling turquoise water, I saw a woman gliding over the sparkling sea.
Egret
She is slim and delicate-looking, a young woman shining in the beauty of her youth, she is nonetheless past her first blooming and into her self-contained strength as a woman. She still has the unfettered freedom of young womanhood, without a babe or serious lover to anchor her in the protective, but sometimes restrictive shell of a family.
Sirasta
Once there was a woman named Sirasta. She lived in a camp at the edge of the great Arctic forest and during the summer the sun never set and during the winter it never rose; and nor did the crystalline snow melt. The spirit lights shivered overhead in the long night, the honoured ancestors dancing in celestial light for all eternity. It was a good and wild land that tested its people and made them strong.