in tenebris est veritas.
Chaele releases a sigh as the spit is set in place, stepping back to dust their hands and take a moment to assess the camp. Their work is never over; in the next breath, they are crouching beside the fire and tempting it into something warmer, fuller, brighter. The embers glow and burst, firewood engulfed in an aura of shine and shadow. The crackling heat does well to disguise the eager grumble in their own stomach as they direct a pointed look at Zamara through the smoke.
“Were you safe in Torchline?”
The shaman may not look it, but they know what it is to judge the integrity of a lock, to quicken footsteps in pace with the setting sun, to sort what food can be eaten from what must be given for ‘protection’. They can guess what insinuations were made in the dancer’s description of her benefactors, and they can assume that she will be better off defending herself from less savage, more bestial predators.
“Survival in the wilds is not easy. The land gives and takes as it pleases, and those who would harness it must learn to appease it.” Chaele has tugged a leather tarp from their pack and begins to harvest the rest of the carcass into a pile atop it. The knife is raised high as they hack into the joints between the bones. “But if you like, I will teach you.” After all, they had not been without their own mentor.
“Were you safe in Torchline?”
The shaman may not look it, but they know what it is to judge the integrity of a lock, to quicken footsteps in pace with the setting sun, to sort what food can be eaten from what must be given for ‘protection’. They can guess what insinuations were made in the dancer’s description of her benefactors, and they can assume that she will be better off defending herself from less savage, more bestial predators.
“Survival in the wilds is not easy. The land gives and takes as it pleases, and those who would harness it must learn to appease it.” Chaele has tugged a leather tarp from their pack and begins to harvest the rest of the carcass into a pile atop it. The knife is raised high as they hack into the joints between the bones. “But if you like, I will teach you.” After all, they had not been without their own mentor.
