in tenebris est veritas.
Her bare skin is of little consequence to Chaele, who knew exactly what they were suggesting when they offered their help. The girl’s physical health is more important than the comfort of her modesty, just as it is more important than the tastes of her tongue. The shaman gestures between Zamara’s hand and her mouth, insisting that she nourish herself. “There is no spiced ramphire steak in the Oerwoud, child. And I will not have wasted my time on a starved corpse. Eat.”
There is a cloak in their pack to cure the shivering in her shoulders, but the air is warm enough and her skin will dry better in the open air. In the meantime, Chaele keeps their ears alert for the sound of any approaching animal. They keep their voice low as they reply, “Because it is a cesspit of hypocrisy, full of people who have forgotten where they came from. Because its walls and boardwalks will rot and decay while places like this,” They lift a scarred hand toward the trees, the water, the soil. “Will stand in timelessness.”
It is not the first time they have uttered such words to those who have little appreciation for them. Chaele never hesitates to speak of the world as they know it, however true or untrue it might seem to others. In fact, there is a thread of passion in their voice where it was previously absent. “There is power here. Ley lines crossing, spirits lurking, intentions rooted deep. Perhaps you were drawn to them, as I was.”
There is a cloak in their pack to cure the shivering in her shoulders, but the air is warm enough and her skin will dry better in the open air. In the meantime, Chaele keeps their ears alert for the sound of any approaching animal. They keep their voice low as they reply, “Because it is a cesspit of hypocrisy, full of people who have forgotten where they came from. Because its walls and boardwalks will rot and decay while places like this,” They lift a scarred hand toward the trees, the water, the soil. “Will stand in timelessness.”
It is not the first time they have uttered such words to those who have little appreciation for them. Chaele never hesitates to speak of the world as they know it, however true or untrue it might seem to others. In fact, there is a thread of passion in their voice where it was previously absent. “There is power here. Ley lines crossing, spirits lurking, intentions rooted deep. Perhaps you were drawn to them, as I was.”
