Backdated to bone-flower clock liminal

[wolvering]

Tho—

[The would-be mental shout cuts off before the first syllable is even finished. There’s a brief pause, and then Pod’s actual voice comes back, and it’s all filtered away from baby Rose.]

Those spineless, mealy-mouthed, Hornet-hoofed, pustulant offspring of asps and dark mages! They can’t claim me! I belong to Kerras. I don’t—

Argh! Goddess curse them to never find rest nor hearth.

Comments

[awitchdidit]

I wonder how all this would work in a world that's intentionally reconstructed every week or two...what counts as natural, there? Or animals, for that matter, since half the time they're invisible and the other half they're made out of crockery or something.

[It's a puzzle, and Beatrice likes puzzles even more than she likes magic.]

[wolvering]

I’m… not really sure, actually! I’d like to say that Kerras would recognize and reward the effort, but we’re so far from home, maybe it wouldn’t be strong enough to catch his attention.

I know people can make things, though, so can anyone make trees?

[awitchdidit]

That's actually a very good question...trees are objects, but they're living objects. Unless I just made branches of dead wood, but would those count...?

[wolvering]

They might. Antlers are usually 'dead' in that sense, because they aren't connected to the stag that grew them anymore!

Is it possible to make a live tree though? Or even a live flower!

[awitchdidit]

An adult tree is probably out of reach, unless maybe it was part of a "room". Something smaller, though...well, we won't know until we try!