in tenebris est veritas.
She watches Talyson’s back disappear into the near darkness, the last glimpse of him moreso a flash of scales as the dragon wags her tail warily behind. She listens to the footsteps squelch in the mud beyond, a slowly fading rhythm between the crackle of flame and the faint calling of insects. Thoughts of resentment and insult seep through her mind, but she balls them up at the back of her throat and spits them into the dirt. Good riddance.
It is neither the first nor the last time that she will prepare her kill alone. It is better this way. The work requires doing; solitude is simple; the quiet invites spirits to witness. After she lifts the skinned and skewered rat onto the spit, she wipes her brow and glimpses the heavens. She glowers at the smoke that rises into the black sky, a sliver of darkness that obscures a stretch of stars and beckons any creature around by sight and scent.
Her attention is lured by a sudden noise in the distance, but there is no clue as to what or how far it is. Chaele sighs and kneels beside the fire, afraid.
FIN.
It is neither the first nor the last time that she will prepare her kill alone. It is better this way. The work requires doing; solitude is simple; the quiet invites spirits to witness. After she lifts the skinned and skewered rat onto the spit, she wipes her brow and glimpses the heavens. She glowers at the smoke that rises into the black sky, a sliver of darkness that obscures a stretch of stars and beckons any creature around by sight and scent.
Her attention is lured by a sudden noise in the distance, but there is no clue as to what or how far it is. Chaele sighs and kneels beside the fire, afraid.
FIN.
