Gazing
Ruchi Vael'kyn
The dark elf priestess heard the faern step down the stairs and head into her room. Ruchi was left in a state of confused uncertainty, wondering whether she should feel concerned for Zynrae or excited. She had made progress, even if it meant her spells were rendered useless in the shadow realm. Ruchi's gaze traveled to a painting on her wall, a depiction of a raised silver snake twisting in the moonlight. The eyes of the snake were haunting, yet focused on the observer. The snake seemed to ask to be stared at. Moreover, the attentive gaze of the snake was a mystical expression of something Ruchi couldn't quite pinpoint. Was that the secret itself? The gaze? Was that all? The secret lies in gazing, not searching. Gazing attentively. When we gaze, we become empty... and ready. Ready to receive the mystery that creates. It is our gaze that saves us. Ruchi squeezed her eyes shut and realized the faern had held her by her obsidian chin with her slender drow fingers. That was a bold thing to do to a priestess. "Good. Bold is good. Just like gazing. Fucking good."
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