Larksong Grotto What fools these mortals be

His church was growing. Those who's hearts did not belong to Lord were quickly replaced by those who lived in His light. The cardinal believed this to be a blessing -- a sign of the Daystar's contentment in his efforts. Surely He was pleased. Hiram could see clearly the result of his endeavors. The light of the Lord surrounded him. On this warm summer day, Raas offered his light to be basked in.

With the sun warming his back as he walked, Hiram plodded along the lakeshore with his head pointed upward toward the sky. He smiled, knowing he was blessed.

On a whim, he turned, directing his course toward the den Vuk had claimed following the Seer's arrival. He had not seen her since the ritual and he missed her company dearly. It was her son, however, that stole Hiram's attention as he passed. Raas, muttered the boy. The cardinal's brow lifted in interest. He followed the child, eventually taking to his side and cutting his adventure short.

He smiled. "You speak the name of our Lord," spoke the Cardinal warmly. "Surely child, you must be blessed." The boy had been called to the Lord, he could see it.