in tenebris est veritas.
They watch him sit with a skeptical eye, observing the gesture of trust without reciprocation. Instead they step carefully to one side, then the other, pacing slowly as they peer back and forth through the sideways eyes of the skull mask.
“The balance of the Oerwoud includes the competition for resources. The battle for soil nutrients has shaped its vegetation for generations. It does not benefit from walls or fire, but rather from the preservation of that which has existed long before you or I set foot in it.”
Only when they have said their piece do they kneel a half dozen or so feet from Darkeye, tattered and muddy skirts splayed around them, ready to stand again if need be. “Not to mention that the true soil is far below us. You will dig for a few feet before you reach the roots of the Undergrove, which will not support your wells and foundations.”
“The balance of the Oerwoud includes the competition for resources. The battle for soil nutrients has shaped its vegetation for generations. It does not benefit from walls or fire, but rather from the preservation of that which has existed long before you or I set foot in it.”
Only when they have said their piece do they kneel a half dozen or so feet from Darkeye, tattered and muddy skirts splayed around them, ready to stand again if need be. “Not to mention that the true soil is far below us. You will dig for a few feet before you reach the roots of the Undergrove, which will not support your wells and foundations.”
