This was a fun painting. Fantasy portrait, of the sort I haven't done in a thousand years, and all the little methods with watercolor and colored pencil and pen I've been fooling around with, lo these many moons, all came together. Plus, I mean, blue chickens. C'mon!

Looking at it, though, I realize it needs a fantasy novel to go with it. An epic saga! With a name like Egg of Fate or Servants of the Henmother or something!

Henrietta Featherkin was misunderstood by her family and despised by the villagers for her ability to communicate telepathically with chickens. But she was content enough as an assistant egg-keeper, among her beloved fowl, until forced to flee an arranged marriage and/or witch burning. Accompanied by two wise-cracking psychic roosters named Widget and Snodgrass,* Henrietta must travel the length of a land torn by war and suspiciously poultry-like monsters, to unravel the mystery of her psychic gift and deliver the sacred Egg of Fate to the Temple of the Henmother. Can she engage in rampant personal discovery, find love, make everybody in her old village feel very badly about mistreating her, invent a new kind of omelet, and tame the mighty Dire Chicken of legend before time runs out?

Hey, I'd read it.

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*Last scions of the ancient line of cerulean godchickens, naturally.