#mournlost

"Are you sure? Does he know that?"

Grievelost|Lostgriever: A gender related to being a lost griever/a griever of the lost. Connected to loss/the lost, loss aesthetics, lost aesthetics, grief aesthetics, grieving aesthetics, griever aesthetics, and being Amourtus.

Mournlost|Lostmourner: A gender related to being a lost mourner/a mourner of the lost. Connected to loss/the lost, loss aesthetics, lost aesthetics, mourning aesthetics, mourner aesthetics, and Atushood.

"I-I understand that, I read your thesis," The young teen practically vibrated with excitement. She had bribed one of her friends who was on archival track to tell her the next time Johanna Hezenkoss' name came up in one of the request logs. It had taken up one month of her weekly foundling stipend but now, standing before her idol, she knew it was absolutely worth it, "It's really amazing how you discovered the specific ethereal wavelengths within the Necropolis to encourage a greater level of spiritual possession!"

Frauke knows her own piecemeal thesis just in the beginning stages of writing could never live up to Johanna Hezenkoss' so she did contain the urge to ask the woman her thoughts on Frauke's own theories. Would she see the merit that Frauke does in using force magic in tandem with elemental magic in order to create a continuous power source. It seemed like a petty sort of magic compared to someone who worked with the very elements of creation and the manipulation of souls.

The magic that flows most naturally to Frauke has never been spirit-craft, in spite of the Watch's hopes for her, given her strange origins. Instead, lightning flits through the girl's fingertips as easily as a magician's coin. She even holds the record for consecutive chain lightning strikes in training spars but she doesn't think that's terribly impressive compared to a real, appointed watcher and delver like Johanna Hezenkoss.

we haven't got all day.

"Ooo, do we have all night, then?" Stix asked with a little bit of a smirk turning up at the corners of his mouth, his tone soft and teasing as they walked through the catacombs of the Necropolis. The familiarity of the dusty stone halls was always comforting to him, even when being down in the depths for work rather than study or leisure.

"I know the hauntings are a matter of some urgency, but when was the last time you took to stop and smell the roses on the graves?" He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice as he watched a few playful wisps flitter past them.

"Rook." The greeting is curt, but spoken within a sigh as a metal step lands her right where she needed to be... The room of Valeria Ingellvar.. Exactly where she didn't want to be. Her lips press before she exhales. "Rana is indisposed and I need another set of eyes, can you help me?"

This one feels like a very easy pitch, but Scars from their newest album Beyond Beyond Beyond

The song reads as extremely post War of Banners with Val being so disenchanted with Nevarra's nobility/the concerns of the Mournwatch.

Esha squints over at @mournlost, snorting out through her nose before letting herself lean over at rest her head against Leera's shoulder. She felt... sick. It could be the change in diet or the heat stroke from travel. Perhaps just plain hay fever.

It's likely just hay fever.

It's been two months since she stepped from the Grand Necropolis for the first time in years... and maybe it would be the last time she saw it for the rest of her life given the circumstances of their leaving.

"Thank you." Esha whispers, rubbing her eyes and finds that she was teary and she sniffles slightly (hoping it passes for allergies) at Valeria's side. "I feel like I have been more of a burden than anyone to be proud of since we've left. I feel terrified of my own shadow... you could be doing more without having to drag me along." Esha whispers in soft admittance.

She shakes her head preemptively, pulling her hood off to look up at her sister now. "You don't need to placate me, I know my..." she inhales sharply, "particularities." She leans into her sister's shoulder