in tenebris est veritas.
“Chaele,” they reply to the name Pihu gives, perhaps less careful with who is allowed to speak it. Then, apparently satisfied that the rum was no more poisonous than any other alcohol, they bring the glass bottle to their broken lips and tip their head back to draw a bit onto their tongue. The mask is pushed back to accomplish this, revealing deep scars on their chin.
The bottle comes down again, the rum is swallowed with a little wince, and Chaele offers it back. “Alas, I am more likely to be the sap than to deceive,” they mention, holding the stone up before their eyes so that it seems to straddle the horizon like a setting sun. “This stone has as much value as it is given, and not just in coin. Blue is the color of creativity and wisdom. Stones are the embodiment of foundations and grit. Every item in the world is woven with meaning, instilled with the intentions of everyone who held or used it. If I were to keep it, I could use it in a spell or ritual. It is its own kind of luck-making.”
The bottle comes down again, the rum is swallowed with a little wince, and Chaele offers it back. “Alas, I am more likely to be the sap than to deceive,” they mention, holding the stone up before their eyes so that it seems to straddle the horizon like a setting sun. “This stone has as much value as it is given, and not just in coin. Blue is the color of creativity and wisdom. Stones are the embodiment of foundations and grit. Every item in the world is woven with meaning, instilled with the intentions of everyone who held or used it. If I were to keep it, I could use it in a spell or ritual. It is its own kind of luck-making.”
