in tenebris est veritas.
Chaele’s lips, just visible from beneath the stag skull at this upward angle, are notched with a nasty scar that makes their mouth seem lopsided as they speak. “They are simply stars,” is the reply to her first statement, their voice gravelly for lack of use. “It is their role to be bright. To guide the lost.”
They remain ignorant of the circling protector at first, content to take in the vast view of the stark, starry sky. They do not know the constellations as defined by scholars before them, but they have learned to read the heavens well enough in their travels to have identified a few patterns that serve them. Instinctively they seek them out now, dark eyes darting within the orbital holes of their mask as they add idly, “Different than where?”
Only then did they finally take notice of the dragon’s meandering form, a swathe of darkness crossing gently in front of speckled starlight. A sharp intake of breath reveals Chaele’s discovery, body tensing as they look briefly toward Maeve to see if she had noticed.
They remain ignorant of the circling protector at first, content to take in the vast view of the stark, starry sky. They do not know the constellations as defined by scholars before them, but they have learned to read the heavens well enough in their travels to have identified a few patterns that serve them. Instinctively they seek them out now, dark eyes darting within the orbital holes of their mask as they add idly, “Different than where?”
Only then did they finally take notice of the dragon’s meandering form, a swathe of darkness crossing gently in front of speckled starlight. A sharp intake of breath reveals Chaele’s discovery, body tensing as they look briefly toward Maeve to see if she had noticed.
