in tenebris est veritas.
The quiet that follows the Nightshade’s assertion is heavy with incredulity. Chaele finds it hard to believe that the truth could be anything other than what they already think, and they resent the seed of hope that Maeve plants in the back of their mind. The empty eyes of their carcass cloak are the only ones that look back at her and her scaly blanket, as the shaman holds their doubts behind their teeth.
A grim expression softens a bit behind the mask as Chaele spies a constellation they recognize, except that its angle is a bit off in this place where they have not seen it before. A gloved hand rises to frame it in a thumb’s crook, the antlered mask tipping somewhat to the side to better view the star-speckled image. Meanwhile they speculate, “It is true that I have not experienced their kindness. But you speak as though you have been promised something.”
A grim expression softens a bit behind the mask as Chaele spies a constellation they recognize, except that its angle is a bit off in this place where they have not seen it before. A gloved hand rises to frame it in a thumb’s crook, the antlered mask tipping somewhat to the side to better view the star-speckled image. Meanwhile they speculate, “It is true that I have not experienced their kindness. But you speak as though you have been promised something.”
