Harrow wasn't kidding when she told Ingress everyone has a skeleton inside them. Harrow has been controlling skeletons outside of her body as long as she's been controlling the one inside her body, and she's learned a lot of tricks that go both ways.
She straightens up, moving slowly and deliberately, every limb on the end of a thanergetic puppet string. She only needs to do it long enough to quiet the wards and fumble the iron key in the door.
Harrow walks inside smoothly, and pauses; turning her head is a little symphony of muscle and bone interactions. "Thank you," she says, almost shyly. Nothing of the imperious Ninth House heir now.
Through the door two beds are visible, perpindicular in an upside-down T. One of them is white and fresh and untouched, while the other has apparently never been made. On the wall is a framed picture of a tower, the edges perfectly straight.
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She straightens up, moving slowly and deliberately, every limb on the end of a thanergetic puppet string. She only needs to do it long enough to quiet the wards and fumble the iron key in the door.
Harrow walks inside smoothly, and pauses; turning her head is a little symphony of muscle and bone interactions. "Thank you," she says, almost shyly. Nothing of the imperious Ninth House heir now.
Through the door two beds are visible, perpindicular in an upside-down T. One of them is white and fresh and untouched, while the other has apparently never been made. On the wall is a framed picture of a tower, the edges perfectly straight.