Horizon Ridge jenny would dance with her ghosts

that's perfectly fine! <3

...it is less of a name and more of a title. a rank. but as it is so intimately linked with him, ingram makes no move to disentangle it from himself. for he will answer to it, perhaps more willingly than ingram, despite it is the name he has chosen for himself.

a piece of praimfaya he was unwilling to let go of — though if he clings to it because of spite or some wisp of love he is unable to kill he isn't sure.

doesn't care enough to inspect too closely.

his weight shifts as she speaks; interest sparked at her words. a priestess! a weaver of fates; speaker for the gods. but which? did it matter? no.

a speaker. ingram offers in half a statement, half a question. though it was hard to speak of what he was: that he went beyond seer, beyond reader of threadbones...that his body is vessel for sithis... or ash paw's sos ...or whatever god anyone chose to see him as.

there is a hum of the voidwraiths within ingram's skull, a low thrum of something though he cannot place it. not without the clarification of the threadbones ...and they are tucked away in their new home upon the plateau.

i am building a home. for priestesses. for speakers between gods and mortals, ingram begins. i call it basilica. he speaks this much before letting his words trail off, seaglass gaze searching her face in an attempt to discern potential interest.