chaele
worship like a dog
Only when his hand reaches out for the cake between the two do Chaele’s shoulders lower, like a resting of haunches. They had not realized how the winds of this man’s mood could sway them, and are not entirely fond of the realization. But such gusts must be expected on the seas of sincerity, especially when such waters are so unfamiliar to this eremitic wild woman. Their own mug is lifted in gratification, its cooling contents pressed against mangled lips as the mask shirks its purpose yet again.
It is, perhaps, a stalling tactic. His question is not an easy one to answer, but neither had theirs been. Chaele wants to pry further into the other vague statements, to stack other questions and clarifications onto his tested generosities, but there is something to be said for the matching of scales. “I serve the land,” they eventually decide on, setting the mug back onto the table and clutching it between both hands. “The wild places. For all the cities that have carved them up and all the people that have exploited them, I hope to be one that protects them from destruction. Because when the rest falls to ruin, the land that remains deserves to flourish.”
The sort of mind that thought it could avoid the influence of the gods is perhaps the same that presumes to guess at their intentions. “Perhaps this is Rae’s domain. But I wonder what they will sacrifice in the name of this war.”
It is, perhaps, a stalling tactic. His question is not an easy one to answer, but neither had theirs been. Chaele wants to pry further into the other vague statements, to stack other questions and clarifications onto his tested generosities, but there is something to be said for the matching of scales. “I serve the land,” they eventually decide on, setting the mug back onto the table and clutching it between both hands. “The wild places. For all the cities that have carved them up and all the people that have exploited them, I hope to be one that protects them from destruction. Because when the rest falls to ruin, the land that remains deserves to flourish.”
The sort of mind that thought it could avoid the influence of the gods is perhaps the same that presumes to guess at their intentions. “Perhaps this is Rae’s domain. But I wonder what they will sacrifice in the name of this war.”
at the shrine of my lies
