in tenebris est veritas.
Chaele’s gaze keeps tipping upward to the skyless ceiling, if only to keep them from looking at the enclosing walls. It does not matter that the library is open and wide; it has been a long time since they have set foot into any building at all. Fearing their antlered mask would have become a nuisance in various doorways, they have opted for a wooden one, circular and small. Even the privacy it offers does not assuage the tension in their shoulders.
They are reticent in response to Maea’s propositions, though not quiet: the occasional sniff protests the dust while a series of glass jars hangs from their belt, clinking as they move. Most of the tasks are beyond them, who knows more about the science of observation than the business of record-keeping. But they will be of some use, claustrophobia be damned.
With a simple nod in understanding, a weathered hand reaches for a broom and feather duster. The paper wasps require an offensive strategy, but the moths and spiders and booklice are nothing but an innocent ecosystem in the atheneum’s ruin. Chaele will jar and rescue as many as they can.
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Nervous about being indoors, Chaele opts for the basic cleaning supplies.
They are reticent in response to Maea’s propositions, though not quiet: the occasional sniff protests the dust while a series of glass jars hangs from their belt, clinking as they move. Most of the tasks are beyond them, who knows more about the science of observation than the business of record-keeping. But they will be of some use, claustrophobia be damned.
With a simple nod in understanding, a weathered hand reaches for a broom and feather duster. The paper wasps require an offensive strategy, but the moths and spiders and booklice are nothing but an innocent ecosystem in the atheneum’s ruin. Chaele will jar and rescue as many as they can.
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Nervous about being indoors, Chaele opts for the basic cleaning supplies.
