One hundred twenty ninth

I was asked to create a dragon – namely a dragon. But that was not the most important thing. It must be a Keeper for a person. A keeper that takes away despair and gives strength. If anything has such power, it is the piercing blue late autumn sky, shining through the black-gray branches and rust foliage. When you look at such a sky, you understand that the coming winter will not be eternal…

The beast-bird was made, predatory, but still kind. I make consistently kind dragons. But for the keepers of humans, this is even good.