#{yodels

I don't have a fancy drabble for this, just an idea I've been chewing on for a long time inspired by this post.

The context: So distraught over Haurchefant's violent death, Tsuna casts some forbidden spell (raise?) and pumps an unsustainable amount of white magick into his corpse without a focus. She drains herself dry, and having used her own lifeforce (like Sylphie), she collapses.

Haurchefant's body doesn't stir, but it also doesn't rot. His body enters a sort of stasis like Niellefresne, and cannot move onto the aetherial sea. It's undetermined if this is ever able to be reversed. Strange, undying flowers sprout wherever he is placed.

They say flowers and mosses still bloom on the vault's roof, despite the inhospitable clime of Coerthas.

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Raya-O-Senna: “Remember this, Tsuna: under no circumstances must you allow your anger and fear to overcome you. As practitioners of white magic─the magic of succor and solace─such emotions are anathema to our very existence.”

E-Sumi-Yan: "How─ What were you thinking, girl!? You know not what you do─what you risk! You are meddling with forces beyond your comprehension! Should you even attempt to use that spell, I will have no recourse but to strip you of the name of ‘conjurer’ and banish you from our halls! Do I make myself clear?

It is a rare and wondrous talent to heal without relying on the energies of nature. But such power is not born of true conjury. By all that we know of the art, it should not be possible for Sylphie to cast Raise. I shudder to think what would happen if she tried.”