in tenebris est veritas.
“The Draig Cordillera?” She clarifies with a bitter huff, the truest laugh she has mustered yet. “No… I am curious, but not suicidal.” Then she rubs her tired shoulder, the bird remaining momentarily at her feet as she eyes its deposited brothers on the sled. If she takes his offer, it would likely mean visiting the city itself-- something that fills her with a sort of dread which defies logic but sates an old, cloying habit. Still, it would certainly be a lifted burden to make use of his sled, his protection, his experience.
Her attention shifts toward the area directly around them, in search of any spare grasses or blooms which may better serve her fresh wound than the volcanic soil that held them. It is perhaps an excuse to gather her thoughts, her choices, her intentions, but so too is it the shaman’s idle instinct to seek out what might be useful. A small elderbush sapling makes itself known and she bends to pluck up a sprig of it, twisting it between two fingers in quick contemplation. A decision is made at that moment, a wordless agreement which manifests in Chaele dragging her kill to Deimos’s sled and tying it on.
There is a suspicion at the tip of her tongue, all but confirmed by the way he inhaled the frigid air and contested her itinerant nature. When the words make it past her teeth, they are not doubtful. “Have you?”
Her attention shifts toward the area directly around them, in search of any spare grasses or blooms which may better serve her fresh wound than the volcanic soil that held them. It is perhaps an excuse to gather her thoughts, her choices, her intentions, but so too is it the shaman’s idle instinct to seek out what might be useful. A small elderbush sapling makes itself known and she bends to pluck up a sprig of it, twisting it between two fingers in quick contemplation. A decision is made at that moment, a wordless agreement which manifests in Chaele dragging her kill to Deimos’s sled and tying it on.
There is a suspicion at the tip of her tongue, all but confirmed by the way he inhaled the frigid air and contested her itinerant nature. When the words make it past her teeth, they are not doubtful. “Have you?”
