in tenebris est veritas.
His answer surprises her, but also impresses a certain practicality upon the man who she similarly supposed might be audacious. The minnow assumes the trout is king, until the eagle comes to roost.
The notion of dragons intrigues her, inspires her to look toward the sky as if there might be some reptilian shadow to intimidate them. What she notices instead is the descent of the sun: still bright in the cloudless late afternoon, but threatening an inevitable night in these harsh lands. Her reply is spoken upward, her similarly carved neck and chin fluttering beneath the shadow of her mask. “I should think there is not much leisurely about Halo’s reaches.” Nor about most places outside city walls. That is what drew her to the wilds-- not the danger or the adversity, but the challenge that made one feel as if they deserved to live.
As the sled slips from dark soil to soft ice, Chaele finally notices the space that has been made for her atop it. In truth she had begun to prepare for her own exertion, calculating the time it might take for her to tire beside this monolithic acquaintance. It is a rare but satisfying feeling to step onto the little platform, the opulence of a sedentary journey pulling a slight grin over her concealed lips. She slides her elderbush herb into her pack and tucks her skirts beneath herself. “But if you intend to reach the city before dark, it may be best to make haste.”
The notion of dragons intrigues her, inspires her to look toward the sky as if there might be some reptilian shadow to intimidate them. What she notices instead is the descent of the sun: still bright in the cloudless late afternoon, but threatening an inevitable night in these harsh lands. Her reply is spoken upward, her similarly carved neck and chin fluttering beneath the shadow of her mask. “I should think there is not much leisurely about Halo’s reaches.” Nor about most places outside city walls. That is what drew her to the wilds-- not the danger or the adversity, but the challenge that made one feel as if they deserved to live.
As the sled slips from dark soil to soft ice, Chaele finally notices the space that has been made for her atop it. In truth she had begun to prepare for her own exertion, calculating the time it might take for her to tire beside this monolithic acquaintance. It is a rare but satisfying feeling to step onto the little platform, the opulence of a sedentary journey pulling a slight grin over her concealed lips. She slides her elderbush herb into her pack and tucks her skirts beneath herself. “But if you intend to reach the city before dark, it may be best to make haste.”
