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First Impression: Okayy well this was an interesting bit here. We've got our first little lesson in how to do proper Necromancy and I think the grandma was relatively consistent on this one at least throughout this particular chapter as she did that spot of teaching. Very intriguing little moment at the end there too.
Anyway let's get right to it,
I’m sitting outside the house, the damp grass soaking through my jeans. It must’ve rained the other night. Water dots my skin, despite the sun shining overhead.
Grandma is across from me. Her eyes are glazed over completely, her dark brown pupils swallowing her face whole, like a deer in headlights.
In between us is a fat hairy rabbit, thrice the size of any I’ve ever seen. It’s legs have been crushed beneath something heavy, likely the wheels of a careless driver. Grandma cleaned up all the blood before we sat down, but she couldn’t rid the air of the rancid smell.
Well this is definitely one place to start a necromancy lesson. I did not expect us to run right into some roadkill there, but it definitely seems like a fairly safe and pretty simple place to start if one can actually get over all the mess here although it looks like Grandma dealt with that already without too much trouble. I suppose this isn't the first time this has happened.
“Grandma,” I say, “What’re-?”
“Hush.”
I purse my lips and roll back until blades of grass pierce my shirt, itching my spine. I throw my air and stretch my fingers as far as they’ll go. There was a titan from Greek Mythology who was charged with holding up the sky. His name was Atlas. As I stair up into the too-bright blue, I imagine I’m him.
Well that was quite possibly the most random reference to Greek mythology that I have ever seen but I love how perfect it seems for Kim to just think that completely out of the blue given what we know of her so far.
There’s a beat, and Grandma responds, “Kim, sit up please.” I do as I’m told. Grandmas eyes aren’t glazed over anymore- now they’re pinned on me. The rabbit hasn’t moved, but the bleeding has stopped altogether, and it’s legs no longer look like chunks of meat dragged along behind it. If it weren’t for it’s utter stillness, I might’ve thought it alive.
Ooooh well that took a second there for Grandma to come around the nickname from the likes of it, but the fact that she agrees right at this moment feels like a bit of an alive branch of sorts right before what seems like a first lesson in necromancy here.
“What did you do with it?” I ask as I lean forward. The smell of death has faded. It’s still there, but I’m no longer choking on it.
“When you resurrected the frogs in your classroom, do you think anyone could’ve mistaken them for the living?”
I shake my head, “No. Some of them dragged their guts behind them. Some of them didn’t even look like frogs anymore.” I pause. Such a memory should disturb me.
Well that's a lovely observation to have there, both the idea of how that first necromancy really didn't end up doing much to make the frogs actually look life like and how somehow Kim seems very numb that sort of image already.
“Such a thing is common with new necromancers, when they don’t understand the intricacies of the craft.” Grandma says, “It’s like filling a bucket with a hole in the bottom. You brought that book I asked you?”
From my bag, I remove The Biology of a Marsh Hare and set it down beside the rabbit. “Right here.”
Grandma nods, “Go ahead and flip to page thirty-six.”
I oblige and find two illustrated diagrams of a Marsh Hares leg muscles and skeletal structure.
Oooh well this is making this situation a lot more interesting here. I didn't think we'd be diving into this sort of thing here with necromancy but it definitely adds a lovely extra bit to the concept of magic in this world and I'm loving it.
“Do you remember how it felt? When you first used your magic?”
I wrinkle my nose and think. “It happened really fast. I don’t really know.” After a moment, I say, “There was kind of- a weight. I could feel all the frogs hopping in every direction. Even once I left the room, I still knew where every one of them were. At least for a while.” I fold my hands into my lap and stare off into the swamp. “I can’t sense any of them anymore, except for my familiar. She’s in my room, on my windowsill. I can feel the way the sun hits her skin.”
“With the exception of familiars, it takes an active effort on the necromancers part to keep the undead moving.”
“Why is that? If resurrecting that’s easier, why do anything else?”
Well that's an interesting little mechanic to introduce right away. I love how much thought seems to have been put into the magic behind this whole thing because that really does seem like a major driving force so all these little rules to keep it all consistent is a lovely addition.
“It’s not so simple.” Grandma says, “Either subconsciously or otherwise, a necromancer imbues part of their magic into their familiar, which, for all intents and purposes, gives them a life of its own. We can’t do that too often, otherwise our own lives fade.”
“Okay, but-“ I glance around the yard, “Where’s yours?”
Grandma frowns, her whole face turning to stone. “Dead.” She says simply. The blood drains from my cheeks.
“How? But wasn’t it already?”
“Enough!”
I startle upright, then hunch back down.
Well that was a touchier subject than I was expecting it to be although I definitely should have seen that one coming. Familiars probably form some pretty strong bonds, especially if this one lasted for a significant part of Grandma's life here before whatever happened to cause this whole issue.
Hours pass before I manage to make any headway in fixing the rabbits leg. When it was done, Grandma merely glanced at it and said, “adequate.”
I’m supposed to be inside now, while Grandma goes back out to town. But I grow restless alone in the dingy hut. I’m afraid of the woods and what lurks there, but I’m even more afraid of my own thoughts.
Well okayy it seems that grandma here is a bit of a strict teacher and also it appears that the whole experience the other day is being trusted with having provided Kim with enough of a fright that Kim wouldn't just run away again.
“I should hope not.” From the shadows steps Jasmine, holding a basket that smells of baked goods and flowers, “That would make befriending you quite awkward.”
I stare at her. She’s straightened her hair and tied it into a ponytail, which reaches all the way down to her waste. She’s smiling at me, but there’s an edge to her voice, and her toes are point back the way she came, like she’s ready to bolt at any moment. I quickly recover, “Why’re you here?”
She holds the basket out to me, though, since there’s a six feet gap between us, I have to stumble over uneven ground to reach her. “I told Mom about you. Said there’s a girl my age living with The Witch. She said to avoid you at any cost, but Dad overheard and made you this.”
Okayyy that is...quite the start here. Jasmine deciding to go full on hiding in the woods and jumping out with a catchphrase is already pretty strange but that was far too perfectly timed for that just be a coincidence and even if that wasn't already curious enough this comment about the cookies and the witch situation definitely makes things very intriguing here. It looks like that reputation isn't so much of a joke after all, but it seems like its also not quite as widespread as was implied but rather some people in the town do seem to have some sympathy.
Jasmine watches me with her head cocked to the side, “My dad says I shouldn’t call Mrs. Beatrice a witch. But everyone else does it, so I kinda figured it was her job. But Dad says she’s more of a doctor anyhow.”
“You’re dad says a lot of stuff.”
Jasmine nods, “Yes, and it’s very annoying. He thinks he’s smarter than everyone because he talks a lot. Though I suppose, if you talk enough, you might eventually stumble on something clever.”
Okayy that's a very interesting little conversation there. Definitely makes for an interesting little expansion on what sort of person Jasmine happens to be as a character and of course the now actually far more interesting character in the background which is of course Jasmine's dad who seems to have a lot of opinions on a lot of things.
“You talk a lot too.” I say before I think.
Jasmines face goes red, and she takes a step back from me. “That’s not nice!”
I clutch the basket to my chest and don’t meet her withering gaze, “Sorry. Thank you for the cookies.”
“It’s no problem.” She says curtly. Then she turns and walks off into the trees.
Well Kim going in with a bit of a burn there. As much as it feels like that was deserved there for Jasmine in some sense that feels like a bit of a roast there by Kim that was slightly uncalled for on her part. She's definitely a little pricklier than expected, but we'll see what becomes of this interaction soon enough.
Too late, I wonder whether I should’ve let her go so close to sunset- I could’ve at least invited her inside to wait for Grandma to get back, so she could drive her home.
Though, to be fair, I think, she’s lived her all her life. She knows her way around. I bet she does this all the time.
Still a little embarrassed, I turn on my heel and head inside. I set the cookies on the table, not especially hungry.
Hmm well that's an interesting ending. Kim having a momentary bit of concern there right after that whole burn situation makes a lot of sense but I'm also wondering if this is somehow a little touch of foreshadowing here.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall I think this makes for a pretty solid first lesson moment here. We get some more solid ground rules on the whole idea of necromancy and get an interesting introduction to Jasmine and her family. I can't wait to see what more of this we end up running into.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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