Branwen

It is said that as she walks, ravens follow in the trees above…

A fierce army of oil slick darkness…

Harsh, choked, mocking voices and clacking beaks, create confusion …

A mess of flapping feathers, like a gathering of loud, jeering teens, in on a joke you don’t understand.

Unnerving.

Protective.

She walks with power, strength… a Warrior.

The Druid Goddess, Branwen.