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[princess_of_ida]

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[princess_of_ida]

[Press 1 for doubt. But Ianthe said she'd try.]

I'm not attuning the wards to her.

[seaboard]

No, no, of course not. She is my Knight, I do not expect you to keep her as yours.

[princess_of_ida]

[Ianthe was her own cavalier. But it was a trust thing. Only Gilia and Alina were attuned. Only they would be.]

I know, but I wanted to be clear on that. You can bring her into the house, just remember to dab her with a bit of your blood if I'm not home.

[seaboard]

[ Truthfully, she knew Gala would just wait outside in the snow if she had too, her sense of duty that strong. Which she had to stop her from doing that, and saying that when she was at Ianthe's literally no one else could get it? Might just help her feel better about it. ]

Of course. I think once she knows about the wards, she will feel easier about leaving me there, knowing no one but you and Alina can go into the house.

[princess_of_ida]

I guess we'll see. I admit, I'm not looking forward to explaining what necromancy is again. I think I've gotten used to people here just knowing enough to not need further explanation.

[seaboard]

I can certainly explain it, and some of it will make some sense, a little more than another might.


Though there is nothing quite like the first time you use your gifts, you are quite magnificent, after all.

[princess_of_ida]

[Stroking her ego was always a good choice.]

I am the greatest necromancer the Third has ever produced. I am the Saint of Awe for a reason.

I appreciate you giving her the overview of she ways to know what necromancy is. I'll answer questions she might have but not having to go through everything we'll be nice.

[seaboard]

[ The safe bet to get her in a better mood. ]

Certainly. I understand, I do not particularly always feel like explaining that my titles are not allegory.

[princess_of_ida]

That's the main reason I don't use mine. And they're so long.

Fuck, imagining the herald announcing us at court is enough to make my head hurt.

[seaboard]

[ She breaks into laughter. ]

Spirits - an hour later they would still be announcing us and everyone would want to know when the feast starts.

[princess_of_ida]

That poor herald.

[seaboard]

Imagine if it was - John, and then you and I, and then Sweeney. Dinner would never be served.

[princess_of_ida]

Even that would exhaust a lyctor.