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[necrosaint]

WHO: Harrowhark Nongaesimus, open
WHAT: Saddling up without a saddle and other prompts.
WHEN: Late January/early February
WHERE: Cadens

at the stables
Harrow has finally achieved part one of her role in their plan to move to Libertas: she has a horse.

She has a horse who is entirely skeletal, but that doesn't mean he isn't a very good horse. He may also be purely construct and not have a mind of his own—she isn't sure where to find Spare Horse Soul to imbue the construct with—but that isn't stopping Harrow from personifying him to some extent, the same way she has many of her other constructs.

Katharos the skeletal horse has his own stall in Cadens' stables, for the time being, since shrinking him and regrowing him is quite a pain, but anyone who spends time around the stables might see Harrow at a mounting block, eyeing the situation she has built herself here. She has a skeletal horse who has no tack, meaning he's not too comfortable to ride.

She also doesn't actually know how to ride a horse.

She just managed to figure out how to make one.

Harrow and Katharos stare each other down, somehow. It's obvious he's watching her right back, even if he doesn't have eyeballs.

the horizon
For anyone who wants to visit Harrow's domain, it's always open to visitors.

Or perhaps she wanders or chases a skeletal bird into yours.

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augh I missed the notif for this i am sorry!!

[necrosaint]

Vampire horses gets a look more boldly curious than Harrow would normally be willing to express. She catches it quickly and schools her face back to neutral, but the mere concept of vampire horse is a little bit—well. It's intriguing and startling to Harrowhark. It might have been alarming to someone else.

"They ... have other constructs here, do they not?" Harrow isn't quite grasping at straws. She sort of thought about it. She's seen some of New Magic and what people do with technology. "He is a form of using magic to create faster methods of travel. But I think, with the way people are often fascinated by skeletal relics here, they may not actually ask."

Really she's hoping people just see her Summoned pin and smile and nod. It's the bravest she's been about her necromancy since they fled from Thorne. It's probably still true that Harrow would be better suited to Solvunn, but Gideon is so much happier where they are. The offer of assistance with the blankets is met with an accepting nod that has an appreciative undertone: "Yes, thank you."

no problems it happens and HOPEFULLY THIS WILL OFFSET ENCOURAGING DRUNK TEXTS...

[cryptsleeper]

A small, brief upturn of the lips responds to Harrow's temporary and fleeting response.  She's welcome to ask if she likes, or otherwise he'll advise that she head over to Jaskier's domain to meet the two things that the bard's let the dhampir introduce to the space.  They're absolutely ridiculous and impractical, but fun.

"That's..." he pauses, testing the explanation for a moment or two in mid blanket haul.  "Actually, I think that would work."  The part about skeletal relics is what cinches it in Alucard's mind.  The museums are chock full of the darn things, so why wouldn't just seeing if there could be some kind of reanimation be a worthwhile experiment?  There can always be weird lies about invisible wires or electrical pulses or something.

He's careful as he piles the saddle blankets onto all of the bones, unsure of their strength.  Alucard's assumption is that they won't break given that this all seems an elaborate extension of the concept of will in magic, but he doesn't want to take the risk either.  Once enough blankets are on there, he gives the padding a very cautious pat.

"Before I go borrow more tack, come over here and put your hand in the center of the blankets?  That should be an indicator of how comfortable the ride is if no more more are added."