She makes herself listen past the words to the desperation at the heart of the Ninth House, leading to something unthinkable in service of their cause.
Ten thousand years. More than one Age. She knows how easily history forgot; knows what happened when the Collam Daan did the unthinkable and opened the Bore, having forgotten what lay beyond it.
What they did was wrong, was horror, but she can still see what brought them to it.
She can also see the brutal impact left on the two children who survived, each in different ways.
None of this shows on her face, not yet. She watches Harrow’s hand shake, realizes the younger woman has exerted incredible control, and thus does not take the cup from her to pour, instead respecting her pride.
“What happened?”
Quiet, but clear. If Harrow means to speak of this, she will hear it all.
no subject
She makes herself listen past the words to the desperation at the heart of the Ninth House, leading to something unthinkable in service of their cause.
Ten thousand years. More than one Age. She knows how easily history forgot; knows what happened when the Collam Daan did the unthinkable and opened the Bore, having forgotten what lay beyond it.
What they did was wrong, was horror, but she can still see what brought them to it.
She can also see the brutal impact left on the two children who survived, each in different ways.
None of this shows on her face, not yet. She watches Harrow’s hand shake, realizes the younger woman has exerted incredible control, and thus does not take the cup from her to pour, instead respecting her pride.
“What happened?”
Quiet, but clear. If Harrow means to speak of this, she will hear it all.