necrosavior: (clothes; formal purple)
Gideon Nav ([personal profile] necrosavior) wrote in [community profile] polylogs 2021-07-25 02:07 am (UTC)

Wonderful as this island is, it has been lacking in human bones. Those are the cream of the crop top of the line go to bones for the Ninth House. Admittedly, they don't exactly have another option, but necromancers seem definitively focused on people, not other things. Generally. Until they kill a planet and create its revenant.

"Bones would be great," Gideon says. "Thank you. Any bones. All the bones." She hesitates from adding 'Never too many bones.' The traditional Ninth House cavalier panniers come to mind. Gideon's not doing that. Harrow has to haul her own bones around.

She picks through the bones, wiping them clean. Her gaze is a little off in the distance. She remembers the last time she smelled the sea, on a terrace half crumbled into the water. A ten thousand year old iron fence. "It's not my top priority," Gideon says. "Can't say I want to stay dead, even on this nice of an island, but we never get everything we want. Life doesn't work that way. So it's... knowing what you want." What she had long imagined as wielding a sword on a battlefield has become Harrow, alive and well and staying that way.

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