in tenebris est veritas.
Chaele dusts the tables and shelves, perusing a pile of books with mostly literate eyes; they sweep the dust outside, and not without a few sneezes to show for it. They do leave a few spiders in some choice corners, each whispered a little pact to tend to the other insects that will inevitably wander in. And perhaps in solidarity, they pinch a book louse out from between some pages and secret it into their mouth behind the mask.
Glancing toward the desks where Nikolai and Maea are working, then peering out the front door to monitor for Isla’s screams, they opt to continue their solitary work at the front gathering area. Cups are sorted into broken and usable, at least by a wild woman’s practical standards. Cushions are shaken in a flutter of moths. Then with boots better suited to making discoveries than chronicling them, Chaele kicks the largest couch to stir up anything that might be lurking inside.
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After a quick snack, Chaele inspects the furniture.
Glancing toward the desks where Nikolai and Maea are working, then peering out the front door to monitor for Isla’s screams, they opt to continue their solitary work at the front gathering area. Cups are sorted into broken and usable, at least by a wild woman’s practical standards. Cushions are shaken in a flutter of moths. Then with boots better suited to making discoveries than chronicling them, Chaele kicks the largest couch to stir up anything that might be lurking inside.
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After a quick snack, Chaele inspects the furniture.
