She thinks. "The Tomb... at the center, beyond the wards. Let me describe it more fully."
"There is an expanse of salt water surrounding a central stone. It is a mystery in itself; there is no ocean on the Ninth. It moves in a tide much like the one here. Closer to the stone it becomes ice."
"She is chained there, the chains running through the stone. She holds her naked blade, and frost is on her skin. Her hair was wet. She was... beautiful." For a moment the expression on Harrow's face is entirely unguarded, but only for a moment.
"Her eyes were closed. In my initial... visitations, they seemed dark, like my mother's eyes, but when I have seen her here and in Canaan House--for the first time in many years--they are amber. Like Gideon Nav's." Her face flames under the paint.
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:09 pm (UTC)"There is an expanse of salt water surrounding a central stone. It is a mystery in itself; there is no ocean on the Ninth. It moves in a tide much like the one here. Closer to the stone it becomes ice."
"She is chained there, the chains running through the stone. She holds her naked blade, and frost is on her skin. Her hair was wet. She was... beautiful." For a moment the expression on Harrow's face is entirely unguarded, but only for a moment.
"Her eyes were closed. In my initial... visitations, they seemed dark, like my mother's eyes, but when I have seen her here and in Canaan House--for the first time in many years--they are amber. Like Gideon Nav's." Her face flames under the paint.