in tenebris est veritas.
“The colors are what we make of them. Take the blue of the ocean, for example-- the wisdom and wits one must have to sail those waters. It is the color that reflects in the eyes of the sailors, which they associate with grit and loneliness and freedom. And so the meaning of the color gets passed to those that associate with them, and through our collective understanding of the color, we give it meaning.”
They speak with slow certainty, as if she has said some version of these words before. They gesture with the stone, looking between it and Pihu. “I have learned that everything has a spirit. An intention, built up by all of its associations. A color, an object, an animal, a person. And my magic is fuelled by that intention. That symbolism.”
She closes the stone in her hand and, after a moment’s consideration, tucks it away into a pouch on her belt. “No, it has too much meaning now. I will keep it.”
They speak with slow certainty, as if she has said some version of these words before. They gesture with the stone, looking between it and Pihu. “I have learned that everything has a spirit. An intention, built up by all of its associations. A color, an object, an animal, a person. And my magic is fuelled by that intention. That symbolism.”
She closes the stone in her hand and, after a moment’s consideration, tucks it away into a pouch on her belt. “No, it has too much meaning now. I will keep it.”
