#interesting use of the mystic’s attendants. i did not expect them to be the harpies

[angstandhappiness]

INTERESTING

@dulciechi : #*Obligatory CHAPTER SPOILERS AHEAD bc i leave my reviews in the tags like a normal person*#man every time shera and messy look at each other i imagine they’re just in disbelief at how cringily in love nari and lamb are#it’s probably something deeper tho xD#but i cant blame nari bc I distinctly remember thinking#‘hey he should tell them about the siren song thing to keep them safe’#and then IMMEDIATELY forgetting about it when they started crying and being sweet at each other#it happens lol#interesting use of the mystic’s attendants. i did not expect them to be the harpies#but i love the thought of them having birdlike qualities to match clauneck and the others#and ofc my other favorite part of this chapter#the usual gut-wrenching broken family scenes we are blessed with every so often#i choose to believe kallamar kept that on purpose AND the last part of the passphrase too#lamb was so petty at the end but honestly they deserve to#most complex in law dynamics known to man#almost makes me wonder how the hell a relics of the old faith update would work in this universe#<- me praying for more as usual 🙏🙏🙏

The awful shrieking reverberates through the mist again. No time to contemplate. Something flies in front of them, bringing Mesar skidding to a stop. Narinder nearly collides with his back. He side-steps the ram and gets his first glimpse of one of the so-called Harpies. It’s a dark figure with a round face, glowing red eyes, and a strange halo. It wears a white hooded robe, now thrown open to reveal a pair of vaguely avian claws and two sets of wings. More eyes stare at them from nonsensical places— on its wings, the palms of its clawed hands. To Narinder, it’s all vaguely familiar. These aren’t just demigods; they’re the attendants of the Mystic Seller. Narinder hasn’t thought of them in a thousand years. He dealt with the merchant to the gods only briefly; it angered him to learn another being had control over the veil. Though it did amuse Narinder to bestow the moniker of ‘Shithead’ upon him during their dealings. There’s nothing amusing about the creature before them, however. It lunges at Narinder, claws at the ready. He holds up an arm instinctively to protect his throat. Claws rend open his arm. He has no blood to spill, but there is pain. Even spirits can be harmed by these creatures.