in tenebris est veritas.
Crossed arms and tilted head brace for the parade of demi-gods through the Eye’s fire, but nothing could have prepared Chaele for Remi’s crossing. The sight of his many forms chills in her spine and sinks in her gut, intriguing and terrifying and enthralling all at once. It brings a thoughtful tooth to her lip, which is afterward the only proof at all that she hadn’t just imagined it. Ronin’s attempt leaves even further doubt, the expectation for grandiosity thwarted for the same preternatural humanity that does not cease to surprise her.
Her gaze remains on the fire for a short time after, as if trying to see some change or prophecy in its crackling light. Her hands squeeze at her arms, then they drop to her sides as nothing is gleaned. Her voice is quiet in contemplation’s wake as she replies to Ronin.
“It is said to impart power.” The power of confidence, perhaps, or the reminder of one’s own mortality. These placebos are only afterthoughts in the shaman’s mind, however, who tends to see symbolism and intention in every piece of nature. “Time will tell if that proves true.”
Then she looks toward the threshold to the little clearing, the maze beyond, its promise of continued mental and physical toil. “For now, it might be time to find our way back.”
Her gaze remains on the fire for a short time after, as if trying to see some change or prophecy in its crackling light. Her hands squeeze at her arms, then they drop to her sides as nothing is gleaned. Her voice is quiet in contemplation’s wake as she replies to Ronin.
“It is said to impart power.” The power of confidence, perhaps, or the reminder of one’s own mortality. These placebos are only afterthoughts in the shaman’s mind, however, who tends to see symbolism and intention in every piece of nature. “Time will tell if that proves true.”
Then she looks toward the threshold to the little clearing, the maze beyond, its promise of continued mental and physical toil. “For now, it might be time to find our way back.”
