Not even God could bring Dominicus back to life; Resurrection, undeath. The Houses are not the same. Harrow isn't--quite--the same kind of organism as Moiraine Sedai.
But this is the force of creation itself. She looks at the threads woven between them; at the re-awoken green and spark of red. "When something dies, it fertilizes the earth," she says slowly. "And new life grows there. This is..."
The thalergy is returning to her, looping, and going back through the transition. Now she tries to hold back the transfer; tries to let the thalergy flow through her hands and survive.
A twisted thread of red flame and green fairyfire twines through her fingers and back to Moiraine Sedai and she takes in a deep, shuddering breath. The nosebleed stops, the dryness in her mouth and eyes retreat, and she stands for a moment in the Light of Creation rather than the undead Light of Dominicus.
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Date: 2020-09-06 03:47 am (UTC)Not even God could bring Dominicus back to life; Resurrection, undeath. The Houses are not the same. Harrow isn't--quite--the same kind of organism as Moiraine Sedai.
But this is the force of creation itself. She looks at the threads woven between them; at the re-awoken green and spark of red. "When something dies, it fertilizes the earth," she says slowly. "And new life grows there. This is..."
The thalergy is returning to her, looping, and going back through the transition. Now she tries to hold back the transfer; tries to let the thalergy flow through her hands and survive.
A twisted thread of red flame and green fairyfire twines through her fingers and back to Moiraine Sedai and she takes in a deep, shuddering breath. The nosebleed stops, the dryness in her mouth and eyes retreat, and she stands for a moment in the Light of Creation rather than the undead Light of Dominicus.
She passes out.