I wrote the tale of the
snake-mage, based on lore about skin-changers. I felt guilty, like it wasn’t
authentic enough because I invented it.
But then I dreamed (without fear) that my pillow turned into the
gigantic snake, in all the same colors.
So in this case a dream validated the writing after the fact.
maternal Grandmother taught me that you must only fight a skinchanger
in his animal form. This prevents people suffering from unjust
accusations (not so good for unjustly accused animals, I
daresay!) Anyway, she said she thought her husband was made sick
by a skinchanger, once. She hung dried corn outside the door and
waited. When she saw a crow pecking the corn she shot her,
wounding the bird in the wing. The next day one of her neighbors,
a woman jealous of her marriage, had an arm in a sling. From that
day forward, she said, her husband's health improved.