in tenebris est veritas.
It is a slow, thoughtful conversation, one which allows the rhythmic hush of the ocean to participate in the spaces between their words. It takes Chaele a moment to comprehend Maea's description of their search for knowledge, for they are not often accused of openness. "Mine is not a peaceful existence. I have forsaken the protections of civilization to learn what I have. To commune with the land and understand its bounty." And its predators and treacheries and utter apathies.
"I have had my own mentors, though no apprentices. My few attempts at sharing my expertise have been met with cynicism at best."
But surely she insinuated something that they did not understand, some violence made of steel and ink that could not be compared to animal or herb. They return to the previous subject with the eagerness of a student in a library. "What sort of search for knowledge are you accustomed to?"
"I have had my own mentors, though no apprentices. My few attempts at sharing my expertise have been met with cynicism at best."
But surely she insinuated something that they did not understand, some violence made of steel and ink that could not be compared to animal or herb. They return to the previous subject with the eagerness of a student in a library. "What sort of search for knowledge are you accustomed to?"
