[She's quick to shake her head and screw up her nose in an expression of distaste and the mention of eternal night, despite the brief quickening in her chest at the idea of a town full of vampires. Other than Alucard, her only other exposure to vampires were the heaving-bosomed, voluptuous beauties in her comics. Whilst it's tempting to discover whether any of said vampires match this description--]
Nah. Nope. No thanks. I mean, the dark is easier to deal with, sure. It's so fucking bright in Cadens, its taken me ages to get used to it. But I'm kinda done with skulking around in the dark.
[The thin, milky light of Drearburh never reached anything brighter than a kind of soft twilight, and the castle itself had always been dim-lit by sputtering and foul-smelling candles. There's a certain kind of comfort in the familiar, but she hadn't chosen the Free Cities for familiarity. She wants something different, something new.
She has certainly been getting that.]
And Harrow doesn't do subtle. She's always been a showy kinda necro, you know? Huge constructs, or a ton of them all at once from as little as a molar or a fucking stapes even. She's the most powerful necro the Ninth House has ever produced and she likes you to know it.
[She says it with a roll of the eyes and a shake of the head as she sinks down into a cross legged position in the muck. Gamely accepting it when the little goats begin to get surround her.]
We just figured that she'd be better suited to a place less erm...you know. Down on magic? Not that necromancy is magic exactly-- it's a lot of boring science and theorems and learning shit from dusty old books. Totally boring. But I dunno if the people here would see it that way.
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Nah. Nope. No thanks. I mean, the dark is easier to deal with, sure. It's so fucking bright in Cadens, its taken me ages to get used to it. But I'm kinda done with skulking around in the dark.
[The thin, milky light of Drearburh never reached anything brighter than a kind of soft twilight, and the castle itself had always been dim-lit by sputtering and foul-smelling candles. There's a certain kind of comfort in the familiar, but she hadn't chosen the Free Cities for familiarity. She wants something different, something new.
She has certainly been getting that.]
And Harrow doesn't do subtle. She's always been a showy kinda necro, you know? Huge constructs, or a ton of them all at once from as little as a molar or a fucking stapes even. She's the most powerful necro the Ninth House has ever produced and she likes you to know it.
[She says it with a roll of the eyes and a shake of the head as she sinks down into a cross legged position in the muck. Gamely accepting it when the little goats begin to get surround her.]
We just figured that she'd be better suited to a place less erm...you know. Down on magic? Not that necromancy is magic exactly-- it's a lot of boring science and theorems and learning shit from dusty old books. Totally boring. But I dunno if the people here would see it that way.