video; (mild horror warning)

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[It's been so long since she last had anything to say on the rune, since she last did anything much more than travel from Veldime to the Market and back, perhaps to the Steppe once or twice for a few extra things. One might be forgiven for thinking she'd left, returned back home to whatever terrible deeds she has waiting for her but no, still here, still quiet, still in the shadows.

When the rune flickers to life, white lines flash through it, as if it's somehow managed to fall into disrepair through lack of use; she's had time to study it, to play with it, not quite so easy to play with curses but well, there's not any real social media here in the first place is there?

Eventually something plays, something she's been working on for some time.]

[In the Market the central carousel spins and spins as black figures crowd ever closer, as Leonie sits with Persephone coiled about her throat, gold and fierce and hissing. The screen cuts to black, only her voice that still rises above the din of the Market and the discordant music approaching a frenzy behind her.]

And he shall cleave it with the wings thereof, but shall not divide it asunder: and the priest shall burn it upon the altar, upon the wood that is upon the fire: it is a burnt sacrifice, an offering made by fire, of a sweet savour unto the Lord.

[The screen brightens. Veldime, her kitchen, her quiet little house and the rows of plant pots crowding every ledge. Three cards she turns over one by one.]

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