in tenebris est veritas.
She first looks up at the familiar sound of massive, flapping wings, immediately lowering her mask from where it had been perched on the top of her head. The dragon, its strength and power and casual deadliness, casts a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach-- but not as much as the demi-god does. Chaele watches Wessex approach with tension in her shoulders, knowing full well how she must look kneeling beside this rotting corpse.
The shawl has been removed and folded, despite that it is already covered in mud and blood. To one side sits the staff and dagger; to the other are a series of small vials that hold collected fingernails, hairs, and maggots. She makes no attempt to hide them, though does set the hand she had almost dismembered back into the mud. There is a hunting knife in her hand, a thin line of blood on its edge.
“She was murdered, and buried shallowly,” the shaman answers, any further greeting escaping her in that compromising moment. She stretches a long, iridescent wing from beneath the body, unwittingly assuaging Wessex’s fears as she considers what part of the appendage might be the most useful to take. Or perhaps she is simply occupying her eyes so that she has little reason to meet the Wraith’s. “I am making use of her. And then I will bury her properly.”
The shawl has been removed and folded, despite that it is already covered in mud and blood. To one side sits the staff and dagger; to the other are a series of small vials that hold collected fingernails, hairs, and maggots. She makes no attempt to hide them, though does set the hand she had almost dismembered back into the mud. There is a hunting knife in her hand, a thin line of blood on its edge.
“She was murdered, and buried shallowly,” the shaman answers, any further greeting escaping her in that compromising moment. She stretches a long, iridescent wing from beneath the body, unwittingly assuaging Wessex’s fears as she considers what part of the appendage might be the most useful to take. Or perhaps she is simply occupying her eyes so that she has little reason to meet the Wraith’s. “I am making use of her. And then I will bury her properly.”
