So... just another daughter of Tyhpon? No, she's her own beast, her own wind, her own dark presence, and that's as it should be as she perches atop a hoodoo in the desert and asks the questions no mansplainer can answer, and don't dare call her a harpy for it.

(All prints use pigment-based inks and acid-free archival photo luster paper for image quality and longevity)