Post-Halloween

[we_bring_hell]

Harrow is working. Very seriously. She is not mooning over her new relationship with Gideon even a little bit; she has too much work to do.

She is, however, wearing a skull with accents of deep, almost black purple, with a starburst or floral pattern just below her temple, that she has never been seen to wear before.

Other than that sentimental embellishment, however, she is entirely focused on Obaeg's Toward a Common Haemographology. She is making copious notes in the margins--courting future simian fury--and thinking that she should have found this for Moiraine before they started working on her weave notation.

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[blue_ajah]

It will take some time before matters are settled enough in Twin Peaks for her to truly entertain the possibility of bringing anyone else there. Twin Peaks is a very insular place, and protective of its own, for good reason.

She truly wishes that Dale would return soon. This will be extremely difficult to explain by telephone.

In the meantime, she glides into the bar, thinking to look for Harrow, given what had happened during their visit to the Ninth - and approaches immediately once she spies her.

"Harrow. Light illumine. How are matters with you?"

[riddleofthebelow]

"Ah, Harrow, hello," Tom says. "I hope I'm not disturbing."

[we_do_bones]

Even Gideon eventually tires of wind sprints and beating her own record at pull-ups – and she has to admit, her focus is split. It's a good thing they're staying at Milliways for a little while because if they tried to go back now, Gideon would probably get stepped on by the giant bone construct while she daydreams about the night before.

Aiglamene would have had her on the ground multiple times already. She sighs, gives herself a hundred press-ups as punishment, and sets off to find Harrow.

Who does not seem to be having trouble focusing, which Gideon finds deeply unfair. She hoists herself up to sit on the table directly next to Harrow's book, which also conveniently presses the outside of her hip and long thigh to Harrow's arm and shoulder.

"Homework, yikes. You sure know how to have a good time, Reverend Daughter."