River Guardians

Ravens live in the heart of the forest, where a small river flows. Once this river was a great and turbulent stream. Its waters were deep and dangerous for unwary people. The ravens remember reliable pine boats floated on the waves of this river and strong north wind filled the sails with life. Those sails were white as snow and red as blood, and their handlers had warm hearts and cold eyes blue as the sky. But that was a long time ago. So long ago, that only two ancient birds can remember those days. Now it has dissolved in the depths of the forest and bed of great river has become a thin strip of liquid silver. Only old Gods and two ravens know about this place. Or maybe these ravens are the old Gods who took the form of the birds? I know who they are... But I will never tell you.

Pastel on pastelmat, 35x50 cm.