in tenebris est veritas.
“I intend to have plenty of pieces to work with so that the proper intention can be formed when the time comes,” she answers vaguely at first, for clearly her motivations are open to judgment from this merman. Her honesty is clouded with a sort of protectiveness for the sanctity of her traditions. “I use them for luck, for divination, for binding and breaking energies, for protection of myself and the places I go. It is said that everything, living and inert, has a spirit to be spoken with.”
And yet it is tempting to say more, for she has learned much about the latent powers of the land and he would not be the first to be incredulous. What could it harm, to see if he is not? She settles onto the wet bank, kneeling in her sand-speckled skirts so that their eyelines are even. “The gods are known for taking mundane pieces of the world and crafting them into powerful items and abilities. My magic is also divine, at its source. Who is to say that I cannot crack the recipe and harness a similar power?”
If she is aware of the precedent consequences of such hubris, she does not seem to care.
And yet it is tempting to say more, for she has learned much about the latent powers of the land and he would not be the first to be incredulous. What could it harm, to see if he is not? She settles onto the wet bank, kneeling in her sand-speckled skirts so that their eyelines are even. “The gods are known for taking mundane pieces of the world and crafting them into powerful items and abilities. My magic is also divine, at its source. Who is to say that I cannot crack the recipe and harness a similar power?”
If she is aware of the precedent consequences of such hubris, she does not seem to care.
