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The waves whisper to me. - John - November 04, 2023
He sat at the ocean, the water lapping over his feet, breathing in the ocean air. From here he could see Wheeling Gull Isle, where Heda and Simeon had been. He had also been secretly watching Dinah and Anathema, so that none of the would feel like they were intruding on each other.
John brought his eyes back to the ocean, then closed his eyes to pray: A prayer of thanks, a request for understanding, and for peace, not only for himself, but for others. He felt calm at the ocean, he loved it. Another one of God’s wonderful creations.
After his prayer ended with an amen, he opened his eyes once more, looking around. It was quiet, all but the sound of Gulls and waves filling the silence.
Quote:Basically anyone can find him. No specific player requests. Just keep in mind he’s in a serene mood and went to the water for peace. :3
RE: The waves whisper to me. - Augustine - November 20, 2023
hope you don't mind me ^^ @John
The world changed gradually. Forest to shoreline. Summer to fall. The once verdant trees had all wept their colours to the ground, and frost cracked the shaded groves along the sand. Another change coming, slowly, but ever sure.
He had been here once before, a long time ago, before the Spirit had carried him elsewhere where his paws were needed more. The same wind brought him back.
Augustine had not interrupted the man at the seaside. Serenity washed over him, and he would give the stranger space. But as the other man turned to look about him, Augustine rose to meet him.
Blessings, friend,he offered him a gentle smile,
I meant not to break your peace. I am looking for someone, and wondered if, perhaps, you might know him.
RE: The waves whisper to me. - John - November 20, 2023
A stranger approached, but kept a distance at first. He must have noticed John praying, and waited till the appropriate time to make his presence known.
The young preacher turned his head to the man, he had a peaceful air surrounding him, almost like that of a person filled with the Spirit. John felt no threat, so he motioned the brown wolf to sit by the sea with him. “Thank you. Blessings to you as well.” The man spoke more, telling that he was in search of someone: “I know a few wolves, most from my prior home on Wheeling Gull Isle. I would be pleased to help if I can. Who might you be looking for, brother?”