in tenebris est veritas.
The burlap bag at her side rustles around her hand as she retrieves a handful of items from within. They splash into the soggy sand: a piece of flaking driftwood, a husk of a dead crab, a few flat shells, a tangle of spindly seagrass. She picks up the crab carcass and begins plucking off its legs.
“I do not protect that which is created,” she explains, pinching the little orange stalks between her knuckles as she goes. “But rather that which has always been. The land-- its life, its soil, its water, its magic. As it protects me.” She is looking between her little project and the man before her, examining the stoic calm in his eyes with quiet passion in her own. Her hands are not moving idly, but rather with a haste that suggests she is trying to show him something.
When the dismantling is finished, she turns to the sea grass and begins to tear it into pieces about the length of her fingers. “Magic is more than enchantments and elements and supernatural abilities. It is the power of intention, harnessed into something greater than the sum of its parts.” She gestures to the pieces of miscellany that are scattered before her, as if they held some deeper symbolism, and then to the cathedral itself. “There is no doubt that your people have created such magic.”
“I do not protect that which is created,” she explains, pinching the little orange stalks between her knuckles as she goes. “But rather that which has always been. The land-- its life, its soil, its water, its magic. As it protects me.” She is looking between her little project and the man before her, examining the stoic calm in his eyes with quiet passion in her own. Her hands are not moving idly, but rather with a haste that suggests she is trying to show him something.
When the dismantling is finished, she turns to the sea grass and begins to tear it into pieces about the length of her fingers. “Magic is more than enchantments and elements and supernatural abilities. It is the power of intention, harnessed into something greater than the sum of its parts.” She gestures to the pieces of miscellany that are scattered before her, as if they held some deeper symbolism, and then to the cathedral itself. “There is no doubt that your people have created such magic.”
