Darchi, Necromancer
Jul. 20th, 2020 09:58 amDarchi's tumbled to her hands and knees on the dark hillside, nearly going head over heels on the slight slope. She hissed under her breath, and the undead owl perched on her shoulder hooted reproachfully.
"I am being careful, Grandmama!" she hissed back. "You're supposed to warn me! That's why we were so pleased to find the owl."
The owl hooted quietly in gentle rebuke, and Darchi cringed inside. She methodically rearranged her limbs until she was sitting securely with her knees clasped in front of her. The owl had flapped the remains of its gigantic wings about her head keeping its balance as she shifted position.
After a moment she spoke more calmly. "I'm sorry, Grandmama. I'm ok."
A gentle, comforting hoot.
"There's the spirit house." Close enough at the bottom of the slope for her to see without the Owl's night eyes. "Can you see anyone?" she asked again.
The owl hooted tiredly.
"Yes, I know you'll tell me," she sighed. "I guess, I just mean, I'm ready."
She rose elegantly to her feet, and took a small, measured step down the hillside, squinting at the dark ground to avoid another tumble. She glanced up fixing the position of the dim shape of the spirit house in her mind, and then down at the slope and took another careful step, and then another. Closer to the corner of the graveyard where foreign dead were buried, hemmed by the smaller, separate, spirit fence. The failings spirit fence. The corpses she might be able to use.
"I am being careful, Grandmama!" she hissed back. "You're supposed to warn me! That's why we were so pleased to find the owl."
The owl hooted quietly in gentle rebuke, and Darchi cringed inside. She methodically rearranged her limbs until she was sitting securely with her knees clasped in front of her. The owl had flapped the remains of its gigantic wings about her head keeping its balance as she shifted position.
After a moment she spoke more calmly. "I'm sorry, Grandmama. I'm ok."
A gentle, comforting hoot.
"There's the spirit house." Close enough at the bottom of the slope for her to see without the Owl's night eyes. "Can you see anyone?" she asked again.
The owl hooted tiredly.
"Yes, I know you'll tell me," she sighed. "I guess, I just mean, I'm ready."
She rose elegantly to her feet, and took a small, measured step down the hillside, squinting at the dark ground to avoid another tumble. She glanced up fixing the position of the dim shape of the spirit house in her mind, and then down at the slope and took another careful step, and then another. Closer to the corner of the graveyard where foreign dead were buried, hemmed by the smaller, separate, spirit fence. The failings spirit fence. The corpses she might be able to use.