chaele
worship like a dog
A private frown pinches in Chaele’s lips as she dusts herself off and stands, accepting the limp squirrel with a curt nod. It is a shame that the opportunity is lost, but the innards will make good bait for trapping larger prey, if nothing else. “The offer remains,” she mentions as she ties the kill by its tail to her pack, the blood from its nose dripping a fruitless crumb trail as she trudges forward. “For any kill you make.”
The snow would reveal no other sprigs or saplings, the hypothesis about the time of year proving true enough. The only task left for them is to find their way out, and luckily they have more than half the night left to do so. There is another torch tied to the shaman’s large pack, but the moon is full enough to see the path by, when one is not searching for much else.
Still Chaele keeps her chin up, staying alert for further danger as she attempts to steady her breathing-- if only out of shame. Her mind wanders in the darkness to the dread of war, the obstinance of neutrality, the needs and biases of her more recent ally. Eventually it occurs to her that the Grounds might make better use of the herb than a lone nomad. Though it still remains in her pack, she says, “The LongNight tends to strike worst in the settlements, I’m told. Perhaps you could make better use of the Efas than I.”
The snow would reveal no other sprigs or saplings, the hypothesis about the time of year proving true enough. The only task left for them is to find their way out, and luckily they have more than half the night left to do so. There is another torch tied to the shaman’s large pack, but the moon is full enough to see the path by, when one is not searching for much else.
Still Chaele keeps her chin up, staying alert for further danger as she attempts to steady her breathing-- if only out of shame. Her mind wanders in the darkness to the dread of war, the obstinance of neutrality, the needs and biases of her more recent ally. Eventually it occurs to her that the Grounds might make better use of the herb than a lone nomad. Though it still remains in her pack, she says, “The LongNight tends to strike worst in the settlements, I’m told. Perhaps you could make better use of the Efas than I.”
at the shrine of my lies
