in tenebris est veritas.
A fraying burlap bag bounces at Chaele’s side, knocking against her knee as she splashes through the narrow bank. It is filled with various debris from the sea: fish bones and seashells and bundles of dried kelp. She has wandered where the whims of her salvage lead her, long skirts heavy with the wet of the tide, until her noisy stride joins the cathedral’s melody with a soft, tinkling percussion.
She had not planned to come here, but perhaps the music has drawn her away from the quiet like the twilight has drawn her away from the day. It is instinct that guides her, or perhaps simply the desire for something new to add to her collection. And she has certainly found something.
A gnarled, scarred hand reaches for the emerged coral, grasping a small piece of the delicate, glimmering instrument. An ivory mask leans close, the eyes behind inspecting it carefully. Then she snaps the little piece off and slips it into her bag.
And so it is that the newcomer alters the pitch of Hale Ka’aila’s song as well. While the coral itself can accommodate immediately, whistling out a fresh harmony into the painted sky, perhaps a few notes of the ocarina now shift out of tune. Chaele’s attention perks, searching, not quite sure what she is hearing but nonetheless curious.
She had not planned to come here, but perhaps the music has drawn her away from the quiet like the twilight has drawn her away from the day. It is instinct that guides her, or perhaps simply the desire for something new to add to her collection. And she has certainly found something.
A gnarled, scarred hand reaches for the emerged coral, grasping a small piece of the delicate, glimmering instrument. An ivory mask leans close, the eyes behind inspecting it carefully. Then she snaps the little piece off and slips it into her bag.
And so it is that the newcomer alters the pitch of Hale Ka’aila’s song as well. While the coral itself can accommodate immediately, whistling out a fresh harmony into the painted sky, perhaps a few notes of the ocarina now shift out of tune. Chaele’s attention perks, searching, not quite sure what she is hearing but nonetheless curious.
