in tenebris est veritas.
“I should think there is no end to the collection of knowledge. And that the knowledge itself will suggest what must be done with it. But I have come to understand that it will provide a certain freedom-- from ignorance, from danger, from oppression.” It is a vague answer perhaps, one that does not commit to any definitive justification for her life's goals. At the very least, it is a defense of Chaele’s own longevity, a reason she deserves to leave this place.
She looks out over the water then, the horizon invisible between the starry sky and its reflection. A keen ear might hear the fear in her voice, however much she attempts to hide it behind a pretense of compassion. “The line between chains and graves is a thin one, true. But your friend was not entirely wrong. By putting your intention into this thing, this creation, you are giving it form. Making it more real. And so it will be as you intend it to be: a laying to rest.”
The antlers bow low as her eyes drop to her hands, barely visible in the low light. Then the shadow of her twists as she returns her gaze to Maea. “I am called Chaele.”
She looks out over the water then, the horizon invisible between the starry sky and its reflection. A keen ear might hear the fear in her voice, however much she attempts to hide it behind a pretense of compassion. “The line between chains and graves is a thin one, true. But your friend was not entirely wrong. By putting your intention into this thing, this creation, you are giving it form. Making it more real. And so it will be as you intend it to be: a laying to rest.”
The antlers bow low as her eyes drop to her hands, barely visible in the low light. Then the shadow of her twists as she returns her gaze to Maea. “I am called Chaele.”
