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121 x 61cm
Acrylic, ink & gesso on board
October 2026
Witching has been in her family since before anyone can remember. Witches, born of witches, born of witches. So she will be a witch too.
Coravena does not want to be a witch. That was fine when she was young and silly but she has been shown the face of her true love and now she has other plans. Her true love, it turns out, is the Prince of Ilunya and he is very handsome.
Right now she has a non-negotiable future, peasant clothes, no money and is five thousand leagues away but she is damned if some empty-headed Princess is going to get to him first.
She calls to the birds of the air with her magic feather, and summons the crows. They come, circling round and round, lifting her up in a tornado of inky black, cawing and shrieking.
A dress forms from the mass, long, shimmery black and sumptuous. With a scream feathers sprout from her bare arms and she rises. She shall go to the ball.
121 x 61cm
Acrylic, ink & gesso on board
October 2026
Witching has been in her family since before anyone can remember. Witches, born of witches, born of witches. So she will be a witch too.
Coravena does not want to be a witch. That was fine when she was young and silly but she has been shown the face of her true love and now she has other plans. Her true love, it turns out, is the Prince of Ilunya and he is very handsome.
Right now she has a non-negotiable future, peasant clothes, no money and is five thousand leagues away but she is damned if some empty-headed Princess is going to get to him first.
She calls to the birds of the air with her magic feather, and summons the crows. They come, circling round and round, lifting her up in a tornado of inky black, cawing and shrieking.
A dress forms from the mass, long, shimmery black and sumptuous. With a scream feathers sprout from her bare arms and she rises. She shall go to the ball.