#orgeluse

March to Camelot 2026: #4 Divine

The sudden echoes of thunder, like the deep, angry growling of some primordial beast, made Líadan pause in the street. She had only ever heard such a sound once and hearing it again made her soul tremble in fright. That was the sound of wrath of a god.

Shadows seemed to fall from nowhere. She looked up to see the sky already black as clouds covered everything, and with the instinct of one who knows their survival is in question starting running as fast as she could back towards the bakery, dropping everything she carried. As she ran she felt the first cold drops of rain and then suddenly it was everywhere - an almighty tempest that wanted to swallow everything whole, the heavy drumming of rain and hail mixed with screams and shouts as people started to realise what was happening.

Oh, gods. Líadan could feel herself beginning to change as the water crashed down, and had to practically throw herself the last few feet into the bakery. She hit the floor hard, pain blossoming in her shoulder, and immediately scrabbled on to feet that were wanting to stick together and only prevented so from doing so by her boots to reach and close the door with hands beginning to web.

She was about to ram in shut when she saw the shapes of two women running past, lost, with hail battering down all around them. She hesitated, knowing that if she let them in they would see her skin glittering with scales and gills opening beneath her ears ... but if she didn’t, then they might die.

“In here!” she screamed over the howling of the wind, “Quickly!”

Last of the #kriksiswoodlandart drawings! This is pretty complex for me, so I took ages working on it on and off (clearly more off than on, which is what I do when I find a drawing difficult 😭).

Anyway: this is Gawain and Kundry (or Orgeluse, or l'Orgueilleuse de Logres), a couple for whom the sailing is definitely not smooth, but who find each other in the end.