That's Harrow, all right, coming up out of what seems like nowhere but was actually just following the convenient thalergy radar that Gideon puts out to her Lyctoral senses—it's like very few others, in fact, only like one other, and that gives her a headache—looking a little different. She's finished her experiment with the flowers, and so she's managed to swap the horrible pink dress for a more muted blue-grey-purple-white tie dye monstrosity, and her face is ... well, it's on-theme.
"Aside from the maligning of the snow leeks, which are economically and nutritionally important," the Ninth necromancer, protective of her home, lets out a long sigh, "Are you both quite done being ridiculous?"
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That's Harrow, all right, coming up out of what seems like nowhere but was actually just following the convenient thalergy radar that Gideon puts out to her Lyctoral senses—it's like very few others, in fact, only like one other, and that gives her a headache—looking a little different. She's finished her experiment with the flowers, and so she's managed to swap the horrible pink dress for a more muted blue-grey-purple-white tie dye monstrosity, and her face is ... well, it's on-theme.
"Aside from the maligning of the snow leeks, which are economically and nutritionally important," the Ninth necromancer, protective of her home, lets out a long sigh, "Are you both quite done being ridiculous?"