in tenebris est veritas.
"I imagine it is a common sentiment among my kind," Chaele suggests, her voice tilting upward in the sound of curiosity.
Still she takes a moment to consider his offer of replacement. The long antlers sway above her head as she shakes it in refusal. "Perhaps if we had met in the Greatwood, I would indulge in a stag hunt. Its meat could be cooked, its leather cured, its bones celebrated in effigy, and its entrails read in divination. But we are in no such place, and there is no such need."
While keeping a watchful eye on Zhanshi, her attention moves between the two with somewhat less suspicion than before. Nonetheless she remains a few body lengths away from where Amun sits as she lowers herself to the ground in a heap of cloak and skirts, no doubt uncomfortable in the pervasive heat of the burrows. "But it seems you desire to enlighten me about our origins, and I will not prevent you."
Her hands clasp into her lap, attentive.
Still she takes a moment to consider his offer of replacement. The long antlers sway above her head as she shakes it in refusal. "Perhaps if we had met in the Greatwood, I would indulge in a stag hunt. Its meat could be cooked, its leather cured, its bones celebrated in effigy, and its entrails read in divination. But we are in no such place, and there is no such need."
While keeping a watchful eye on Zhanshi, her attention moves between the two with somewhat less suspicion than before. Nonetheless she remains a few body lengths away from where Amun sits as she lowers herself to the ground in a heap of cloak and skirts, no doubt uncomfortable in the pervasive heat of the burrows. "But it seems you desire to enlighten me about our origins, and I will not prevent you."
Her hands clasp into her lap, attentive.
