in tenebris est veritas.
The hand, scarred in its own unique ways, remains outstretched for a moment that passes like a minute. At first they are perplexed by the gesture, but then they are simply grateful for it. Chaele takes the help and rises to their feet. They stand somewhat taller than Maea, perhaps offering her a glimpse of the lower half of their face, complete with split lip and cautious smile.
Further generosities are heaped onto the shaman’s mildly shivering shoulders, refusals and favors met with slow hesitance. They lift a hand in refusal of the coat, indulging in at least a modicum of stubborn pride. “Consider the debt what you will. I will come when you call, to help in the preparations.”
Their gaze tips toward the boat then, a sanctuary and a relief. It is rare that Chaele has the opportunity to speak peacefully with another person, but as they push the hull over the wet sand and jump into the bowl, they begin to appreciate just how lucky they had been to meet this one.
FIN.
Further generosities are heaped onto the shaman’s mildly shivering shoulders, refusals and favors met with slow hesitance. They lift a hand in refusal of the coat, indulging in at least a modicum of stubborn pride. “Consider the debt what you will. I will come when you call, to help in the preparations.”
Their gaze tips toward the boat then, a sanctuary and a relief. It is rare that Chaele has the opportunity to speak peacefully with another person, but as they push the hull over the wet sand and jump into the bowl, they begin to appreciate just how lucky they had been to meet this one.
FIN.
