in tenebris est veritas.
At some point in his journeying, Darkeye picks up a tail. The figure tracks him for a short time-- listening for his progress through the underbrush, inspecting the plants that he harvests from, crouching to touch the places where he steps. These are not the stalkings of a predator, but rather the symptoms of a cautious curiosity.
They would spot him soon enough. And they would not be difficult to detect in turn, between the long antlers on their skull mask and the distinct blackness of their skirts in the otherwise colorful surroundings. When they inevitably catch his gaze, Chaele tilts their head and keeps their distance.
“What are you doing here?” They ask lowly, voice graveled with suspicion.
They would spot him soon enough. And they would not be difficult to detect in turn, between the long antlers on their skull mask and the distinct blackness of their skirts in the otherwise colorful surroundings. When they inevitably catch his gaze, Chaele tilts their head and keeps their distance.
“What are you doing here?” They ask lowly, voice graveled with suspicion.
