my ears can hear my mouth can speak my spirit talks my soul believes
In fact she has approached much closer by the time he looks back, if only to better understand him over the various noises that obscure his voice. Maybe it’s the hunter’s instinct in her limbs or even just the vague tension of embarrassment, but it might almost seem like she is stalking toward him with a similar intention as the herd.
Still Chaele stops a clean distance from the stanger, ivory mask tilting in scrutiny of his slack posture and flippant gaze. “Best to let them let their guard down again,” she suggests, adjusting the large knot in her skirts that keeps them from dragging on the wet ground. The shaman’s flat tone does not quite reveal whether she misunderstood him or intends to correct him. “Then we can try it together.”
Still Chaele stops a clean distance from the stanger, ivory mask tilting in scrutiny of his slack posture and flippant gaze. “Best to let them let their guard down again,” she suggests, adjusting the large knot in her skirts that keeps them from dragging on the wet ground. The shaman’s flat tone does not quite reveal whether she misunderstood him or intends to correct him. “Then we can try it together.”
Base code by Odd • Art by Krakenkatz
