'See here is my sacred weapon. I hold it to the North to show I mean no harm!’ Morgwyn stood before Gwyn, her left arm pointing down symmetrically to that of her right hand raised high above her head.
Staring at her Beloved, Morgwyn lowered her silver knife to rest it above his left shoulder. Incense of Eastern Promise streamed around them and inflamed their senses. Their hearts!
Ref: LSON Carried Away
Artist Morgan Wyche, GwynfydThinking