#pale ore

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Sylphean slug brings the sylphsong (Eva's art) to mind

Pale oil to me clearly has some sort of connection to pale beings and/or soul like pale ore does, and the way it turns hivesteel into palesteel (yes, I think it's being turned, not merely revealed to secretly being made of it) reminds me of how the Palestag is described as "touched pale", and sylphsong regenerates silk which is to say soul

Sylph is a type of air or wind spirit

The pale king has some sort of tie to wind, with both monarchflies and the cast off shell producing it

The Latin for soul, anima, as in what animates a body, means breath

If you wanna include some speculation, aura, which seems to be an expression of the soul or at least of one's crest, can be used to weaponize wind

I-I question myself w-why they are hanging...a-and w-who did it, b-but!

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And can not accurately recognise most colours, such as Hornet's shawl or colours.

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There was a moment of hesitation in the vessel's outstretched yet indecisive claw, the only tell that they were indecisive when deciding on which shawl to pick.

Their sharp pale mask slowly drifted from one garb to the other, before hesitantly choosing her old red shawl.

Hornet's fangs twitched with worried confusion, no doubt they picked the tattered shawl because it looked most familiar to the one she wore within the pale palace, but she had inexplicably requested the white downey shawl of her sibling…

"When one is forced to stare into the dawn's ire as long as the vessel's servitude demanded, one would be a fool to expect there to be no irreversible reprocautions." Grimm breathed, steam escaping his jagged mouth as he informed the heiress, there was a solemn lapse of silence as the ring master's words sunk in, the truth it stung as if the nightmare heart had erupted within her rune streaked throax.

Hornet studied her the older sibling with narrowed eyes, she could not phantom what horrors the dawn had subjected them to, but knowing that the many scars of her ire would never heal, not with soul or time…

Forever her fury will live on if only within the chiten and minds of her victims.

Salvaged from the palace grounds and repurposed to serve the Troupe.

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