'..In her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights...
..Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me"...'
Tennyson, The Lady Of Shalott
Many call her ally, and woe to those who do not. Many decades have passed since she left Avalon, and though an elixir has left her ageless time has not left her unchanged. The years have brought a close to her marriage and carried her children to adulthood, yet she still takes comfort in her work.