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Yeah. He didn't know about her until like a year ago when she was already dead. It's a whole mess of a story, involving treason and murder and cavaliers and revenants.

[Ianthe's bone fingers slipped into golden curls.]

Ask me some other day about that. I don't want to get depressed.

[ R I P ]

Is that the different types you have with - the spirits - not that is that, I understand - [ just the way she understands the different disciplines. ]

- You are good with the matter of skin and flesh. But Revered Daughter Harrowhawk is best with Os-ose... Os-..... bones.

[ Frick. ]

And... I suspect John is the best of... all of them? As he is 'God'?

Necromancy originated with John. It's different for him than it is for the rest of us. Best I can describe it as he just wings it while the rest of us need to be precise and articulate. Mathematical.

[It was so frustrating.]

By that definition, he can do anything but he's more of a generalist/jack-of-all-trades.

The rest of us fall under one of the three disciplines - flesh, bone, and spirit. Each House tends to favor one over the others though we're trained in all. [Some more than others.]

As Scion of the Third and in order to carry out my sister's con, I had to master flesh magic whether I wanted to or not, because it was expected for the Crown Princess. It was all show to me. My true field of study has always been as a liminal mage - an occultism. I studied Resurrection Theory. It's a very taboo path of study. And that is Spirit. I'm dual-specialized in both Flesh and Spirit.

Harrow mastered Bone and is shit at the other disciplines. She just has raw talent that's frankly unreal and unfair.

[ She gently brushes her fingers back and forth in thought, as Ianthe speaks, about the differences between John, Ianthe, Harrow and all the houses. ]

... I suspect that is because John is more like myself, than he is like you. He is containing a Spirit, not inherited ability. [ Her fingers then stop as she goes in thought. ]

But this is all so fascinating, forgive my questions. You seem to work on a premise of something that enables us to make the Bonds at all.

Yes, I learned that recently. [Don't mind the grumble in that. It's a sore subject.]

There's a lot of nuance within necromancy and further delineation within each discipline.

[And then Ianthe's thoughts swerved as the reference to Alecto had her thinking about that conversation with John.]

John told me something interesting the other day when we were taking about Pre-Res Earth culture and my interactions with this from Earth here. I already knew the Third House used to be called Neptune, but what Kohn told me is that the planet was originally named after a sea god. Neptune was a mythological sea god from before the Great Resurrection.

[Ianthe opened her eyes.] Isn't that something?

[ She pauses - tilting up to Ianthe, as she explains, and she starts to giggle. ]

So you are my Princess after all!

[ More and more giggling at her silly little idea, after all. ]

[The giggle caught her off guard. Ianthe was wondering if she missed something.]

Your princess?

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Well, if you come from the place of Neptune, a Sea God-Spirit. And I am Second-Child of the Sea-Father, which perhaps is our version of Neptune, it seems.

[ She's so pleased with herself, and not at all serious. ]

And you are Princess of the Third House, the House of Neptune.

Then you are my Princess, not John's.

[ And since Ianthe has more than earned enough to see her being ridiculous and teasing, by now: ] If it makes you feel more familiar, I can be very dry, make overtures of power without considering how anyone should eat, and take up a title of God, if that would be more familiar?

[Oh okay, now she got it. Ianthe laughed and tightened her arms around Gilia.]

I'd rather be yours anyway. So then, how would you like me to worship you?

[ She burrowed in, inhaling against her neck, squeezing her back in turn with such happiness. So much she think she could burst apart. ]

I think kisses, every morning. That will be a good start. [ Hmm, yes. ] and waking up in your arms, definitely. [ and she lowers her voice to a whisper because she's trying ok but still, well, her. ] Then perhaps that wonderful clever thing you do your lips in - ah, my secret places.

[Ianthe nodded along with the worship regime. Morning kisses. Waking up in her arms. And--

Ianthe grinned teasingly.]

I don't think they're so secret anymore.

Shhh!!!

[ She aimed a poking tickling fingers into her side. ]

Someone saw us, by the way, I heard them gossiping the other week when they thought I could not hear.

[Such a shame that Ianthe wasn't ticklish. She removed that reaction from her body as a kid the moment she figured out how to stop Corona's terror.]

Did they now? [She wasn't bothered by it at all.] At least they got a nice show.

[ She hid her face against her shoulder. ]

Ianthe! [ She huffs. ] But I suppose it is not so bad, I got asked into one of those displays with Sweeney and he had to spank and cane me. I think I finally understood those little things you wear, everyone could see everything.

[Laughing, Ianthe squeezed Gilia and kissed the top of her head.]

... you talking about undergarments? I don't often wear them here. The quality just isn't what I'm used to.

[ A hum. ]

It is a shame, I think the ones that you have a very sweet, I thought of making some for myself. I am only really used to them well - when it is menses, that sort of thing.

[Another aspect of Ianthe's body she shut off. The intent had been to turn it back on if she ever decided to have children, but she's a lyctor now.]

I wish I could show you some of the lingerie-- Wait. I can.

[Ianthe projected via the psychic connection a really attractive image of Coronabeth in some deep purple lingerie. Fuck, her sister was hot.]

[ It's not immediate, but she takes a second, to sort of piece together that is Ianthe's sister. Somewhere in the corner of her eyes, the pull of her mouth.

But goodness, she was beautiful. ]

Spirits - that lace is so fine.

[It was ALL fine. Ahem.]

That's just one of a dozen different styles. Corona loved her lingerie.

No wonder. Having that against her skin must have been lovely. But I suppose as Princesses it would not be so hard for you to change those garments as many times as you need.

[ Trips and falls over in the iron age nonsense. ]

I am still learning to make lace, here. It is not a skill we have at home, but I know the tailor does have very fine cotton. So fine as to be sheer, and it is threaded with silk. I could try and fetch some for you, and make up something like it?

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[Ianthe's eyes lit up.]

In your size. For you to wear for me. [Only for Ianthe.] I'd love that.

[ There is a huff. ]

You are spoiling me again, I am trying to make you something nice, that you can have that is like from your home.

[But gift giving is one of Ianthe's love languages!]

Maybe both?

[ She relents. ]

Well, I suppose that is a little better then. I can make something matching.

[ She perches again in thought. ]

One of the lace makers will have some spare cuts from the larger pieces they make, I think.

If you need to use my standing to get better deals, go ahead. I have no idea how lingerie is made; I leave that to you.

[Ianthe always just ordered it and it was delivered.]

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