Systemic Semantics
29th of November 2006 A.D.
"Wait a sec, I said both of you would be fine." You raise a hand and tip it this way and that like scales held in the balance. "'Stuck inside' a mirror isn't fine. There's no way you can defend yourself from the Fallen like that. This is just a temporary vessel Lash, not another prison. I don't think
you did anything to deserve that."
Lost 2 Essence -> Now at 7/15
For a long moment she just looks at you, emerald green eyes unreadable behind the sheen of the mirror as behind her mist coalesces into the rough shape of an armchair precisely the right height for her, deep red bleeding into it at the edges until it is precisely the right color to set off the gold of her hair and not so incidentally the color of blood.
"What are we if not our memories?" she asks.
"The work of our hands and our minds," you answer instantly.
"Good works," she shakes her head. "There isn't enough time left in the universe for that."
"I'm not a priest," you point out reasonably. "You asked me to say what
I think makes someone and I said their works, their deeds, their choices. Speaking of works... how would you like a body?"
"What, ask Arwan's get to jump-start a recent corpse?" She raises a hand and counts off fingers. "A, that is going to make Harry do
that face and B, it won't work anyway, I'm not a complete soul, I was never meant to be... like this."
"Molly, I know you are just trying to help but..." Harry's voice has a note of warning in it even as he stretches out his newly healed hand.
So of course you clear up the misunderstanding. "I'm going to
make you a body, one meant for the shaping of Essence, invested with its own Lower Soul, though not as the Po of beasts which has its own place in the tapestry of the world but made to fit the [trailing equitable exchange aetheryc connector
s]." You pause and sound out carefully in the language you just think of as 'the Language': "[Does this constitute sound with meaning for you?]"
A look thoughtful look crosses Lash's luminous features, though under it bubble all manner of feelings she can't quite get under control, surprise yes and weariness to be sure, but also hope. Taking as much care as you are. "[Principally, non-critical but notable auxiliary signifiers lost. Weak supposition: lexical/legal drift.]."
You
try to hide your excitement, but not very hard, this is too big. "[Awareness Origin/Source/Prime?]"
"[Deoxyribonucleic Acid Helix/Helix within Poetry drift through... Matter-Antimatter imbalance.]" That last part is wrong and obviously you are not the only one to notice as Lash stops and makes a face. "The ages to not repeat as a wheel ever-turning, they rhyme like a helix and though the axis a common thread must rise, a stem that binds the future and the past that bends and does not break." Then she takes one look at Harry's expression and does the one thing one would least associate with her cool and stately manner, she giggles, not a coy one, more like 'somebody stop me this is too funny'.
"I think we should maybe come back to this in the morning..." Now poor Harry is starting to look alarmed, but before you can open your mouth to reassure him Lash speaks. "So you are offering me a vessel, a body incarnate. What's the catch? I'll warn you now I have a
good eye for the fine print."
Regained 2 Essence -> Now at 9/15
What do you ask of Lash in exchange for making her a body?
[] Make common cause against common foes like the Denarians
[] True alliance, you watch her back, she watches yours
[] Allegiance, swear an oath of fealty to you
[] Write in
OOC: From the conversation you just had Lash speaks something related to what Molly thinks of as 'the Language' and she seems to have as many gaps in her understanding of it as Molly herself, though not necessarily the same ones. Where the gaps happen to overlap you get gibberish otherwise there is a rough understanding. 
