balancetheblood | Lucky's Heart

Yeah.

[He looks at Karen.]

Where can I find out, her thoughts on leading? On what she actually wants to do about leadership?

[ Karen considers her answer carefully ]

I think... that this is the clearest thought she has. Options that she has not settled on. Possibilities she's not sure what to think about.

Can I ask how many are relying on her to lead? Actually needing her to?

Many. None. Four.

Four?

You asked how many. It is not a simple question, and we do not know all the answers.

Fair enough.

[...can I move the throne?]

[ They are all very firmly attached to the floor ]

[Oh well, it was an idea.]

[This would be so much easier if I didn't have a hundred and one leadership feels. Just because she might not want to doesn't mean she wouldn't feel like she has to and might really need to.]

This entire room is leadership?

[ ...well, Karen will admit, you're good at asking questions that require her to think about how much she can say. ]

A sword is given to a liege lord in order to show fealty. A liege lord has a sword of his own.

[:3]

So this is a sword of a liege lord?

It is the sword of a warrior.

I see.

[Considering this, carrying the sword as he moves to look at those shudders. Can he open those more?]

[ You can. They're a bit stiff, and covered in dust and cobwebs, but they can be opened, if you'd like to put in the effort. ]

[I will TOTALLY put in the effort. I got knives, I can use it as a makeshift crowbar if I gotta.]

[ You may need to use them on a couple of the shutters, but eventually you get them all open, bringing a significant amount of light into the room.

The room suddenly fills with the smell of oleanders, as the light from outside the frosted glass finally reveals the vicious-looking thorny vines with oleander blossoms that were hiding in the shadows of the room, creeping along the edges of the walls and starting to reach towards the center of the room. ]

[WELP.]

What kind of flowers are these? I'm not familiar with them. [But he is looking for the source of them.]

[ They seem to be growing out of small cracks in the walls ]

They are Oleander blossoms. They're poisonous to eat.

Thanks.

[Well, let's cut one at a crack and see what happens.]

[ a section of the vines surrounding the hall withers, shrivelling and turning to dust once cut off from its roots ]

[Well, that's effective.]

Never good to have poison.

Right?

[ Karen considers this ]

The woman with Simon, on the banks of the pond, was named Oleander.

[That is good to know. For reasons that may or may not be in the future, WHO KNOWS, but still.]

[But yeah, he's gonna go around and start cutting at the root now. '-']

[ They wither as you do, and the more that clear away, the less oppressive the room seems. It's still somber, in a way, but not unpleasantly so.

And as you cut them away, the scent of oleander blossoms is replaced by a growing scent of leather and cinnamon. ]

[Well, those are definitely better scents. Also more questions for why Oleander affects her leadership, but let's just get rid of...]

[Yeah, fuck it, THEY'RE ALL GONNA GO.]

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