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art & dolls › Skarnel of Ravelstag

Skarnel of Ravelstag

$425.00

When the aspens go bare, Skarnel of Ravelstag wakes to walk the dead fern sea. He rises from root shadow into the flattened bracken where the year feels thin and quiet, his pale crown catching what little light remains. They say Ravelstag is not a place you can reach on purpose. It appears only in the seam between seasons, where the ferns lie rusted and endless and the air tastes like sap and cold iron.

Skarnel does not hunt. He gathers what the forest sheds and what people leave behind without meaning to: small tokens, unspoken goodbyes, grief with no name. His many eyes remember, and if you meet him in the fern sea the old rule is simple: Don’t run. Stand still, offer something honest, and let winter take what you’re done carrying.

Skarnel is composed of Icelandic fleece from a small Canadian farm and flock and may have some small bits veggie matter in his fur as the sheep live a happy life out in the fields. His feet were molded by my hands and casted in resin. He is completely bendable to your will.

He stands 2’5” tall and can free stand on his own.

When the aspens go bare, Skarnel of Ravelstag wakes to walk the dead fern sea. He rises from root shadow into the flattened bracken where the year feels thin and quiet, his pale crown catching what little light remains. They say Ravelstag is not a place you can reach on purpose. It appears only in the seam between seasons, where the ferns lie rusted and endless and the air tastes like sap and cold iron.

Skarnel does not hunt. He gathers what the forest sheds and what people leave behind without meaning to: small tokens, unspoken goodbyes, grief with no name. His many eyes remember, and if you meet him in the fern sea the old rule is simple: Don’t run. Stand still, offer something honest, and let winter take what you’re done carrying.

Skarnel is composed of Icelandic fleece from a small Canadian farm and flock and may have some small bits veggie matter in his fur as the sheep live a happy life out in the fields. His feet were molded by my hands and casted in resin. He is completely bendable to your will.

He stands 2’5” tall and can free stand on his own.

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