in tenebris est veritas.
Chaele gasps faintly and withdraws as soon as she sees the bottle rise, but she is not quick enough to avoid the collision of the heavy glass against her knuckles. She brings her stinging hand into the nursing grasp of the other, of course lacking the healing magic that might ease her pain. Perhaps ridiculously, a raspy laugh escapes her.
“It is as I said,” she defends through a hidden grin, uninsulted. “The easy magic.”
Her eyes remain locked on Pihu’s dark browns, vigilant of the rapid shifts from idle incredulity to compelled languor to shock and anger and bitterness. She has never attempted her life drain on a person before, and it is thrilling to watch it manifest in intelligent eyes no matter the consequences. There is little regret in her voice as she wonders, “You speak as if you know magic yourself.”
“It is as I said,” she defends through a hidden grin, uninsulted. “The easy magic.”
Her eyes remain locked on Pihu’s dark browns, vigilant of the rapid shifts from idle incredulity to compelled languor to shock and anger and bitterness. She has never attempted her life drain on a person before, and it is thrilling to watch it manifest in intelligent eyes no matter the consequences. There is little regret in her voice as she wonders, “You speak as if you know magic yourself.”
