[ being stuck in a necromancer's body doesn't make a lot of sense when you're a dipshit cavalier. for one, necromancers are puny, or at least harrow is. for another, cavaliers aren't, or at the very least you sure as shit weren't.
but more confusing than anything else is the feelings that exist in the world around you. like a sixth sense you've suddenly become aware of but have no words to describe. you know well enough what it is you're feeling, thanergy and thalergy, and harrow's memories give some tiny bit of understanding, but even that's not much. just enough to have the names. just enough to feel the shift in the air and know that someone's in here with you. someone silent. someone who is most assuredly a threat, meaning you need to get off your ass and-
oh, fuck, he said hello. change of plans. ]
Hey. [ she doesn't jump when he speaks, but she does visibly relax a bit - the hand on her sword's hilt loosening up. ] This seat yours?
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but more confusing than anything else is the feelings that exist in the world around you. like a sixth sense you've suddenly become aware of but have no words to describe. you know well enough what it is you're feeling, thanergy and thalergy, and harrow's memories give some tiny bit of understanding, but even that's not much. just enough to have the names. just enough to feel the shift in the air and know that someone's in here with you. someone silent. someone who is most assuredly a threat, meaning you need to get off your ass and-
oh, fuck, he said hello. change of plans. ]
Hey. [ she doesn't jump when he speaks, but she does visibly relax a bit - the hand on her sword's hilt loosening up. ] This seat yours?