in tenebris est veritas.
It is not the first time Chaele has been assumed to be a cultist, and perhaps they are; though they have no cult to belong to, they are more concerned with the wellbeing of the forest than of any who were foolish enough to wander into it unprepared. The idea of intruders unsettles them, the muscles of their rune-carved arms pulsing with contempt.
“People do not often treat the land with the respect it deserves.” Theirs are not friendly words, but neither are they quite hostile. While Chaele understands the desire to flee from conflict, their posture broadens into that of a protective mother as they lean toward and over the stout man. “How do you know you will not bring the war to this place?”
“People do not often treat the land with the respect it deserves.” Theirs are not friendly words, but neither are they quite hostile. While Chaele understands the desire to flee from conflict, their posture broadens into that of a protective mother as they lean toward and over the stout man. “How do you know you will not bring the war to this place?”
