[private] I love to gaze into infinity [Gale]

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Nashua rules now? That is a disappointment, and the frustration is bitter, and shows in his wrinkled frown. That makes things more complicated. He’s forgotten about the deer entirely, a spent bit of Wishbone’s magic and his own visual abilities burnt and crumbled on the golden autumn grass. He is no longer sure how well Gale had known this black mare, no longer sure that he had not hidden more encounters than the Curse had expected. She certainly seems to be aware that something is amiss, but perhaps he has simply failed at playing Gale more spectacularly than usual. At her question, he shrugs. “I wanted to see if your stars were more than decoration,” he tells her, causally admitting that he had been the one responsible for the attack, and clearly unbothered over this. If he’d wanted to hurt her more seriously, he would have. Surely she will understand that. He’s certainly not going to admit to her what the changes she senses are, the wrongness that she sensed even without having the words for it. What good would telling her of the dark magic do? The Curse has always valued secrecy, and that is one thing that - no matter the host - has never changed. @[Ciri]