in tenebris est veritas.
"I was bathing because I was unclean," she explains immediately, having little else to hide from this man and his strange mannerisms. Still, only a single thin finger emerges from her otherwise encompassing cloak, no doubt too warm in this humid cavern-- and even then only to ensure that it is pulled tightly around her, as if it could protect her from the world outside it.
She begins to reply further, but the first syllable is cut short by a startled gasp. Her bony feet kick pointlessly at the mists as they crawl in, and her head jerks left and right in search of the source of the laughter. Eventually her attention resolves suspiciously toward the Ascended.
"What tricks are these? The workings of some futile deity, perhaps." She looks down to ensure that the mist has properly receded, adding in a low mutter to herself, "As futile as their stagnant shrines."
She begins to reply further, but the first syllable is cut short by a startled gasp. Her bony feet kick pointlessly at the mists as they crawl in, and her head jerks left and right in search of the source of the laughter. Eventually her attention resolves suspiciously toward the Ascended.
"What tricks are these? The workings of some futile deity, perhaps." She looks down to ensure that the mist has properly receded, adding in a low mutter to herself, "As futile as their stagnant shrines."
