Blackbeak Bluff more things are wrought by prayer

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Somehow he ended up heading north again from the forest. The scent of the sea should have turned his stomach, but it did not. Rather, it was comforting - the way the flowers had been. It did not take long for the roaming man to find his way to the coast again, although it was vastly different this time. Rather than washing ashore on some spit of beach, he was standing atop a great battlement of stone, looking down the cliffside at the roaring sea.

The rain which had come and gone upon his arrival threatened to return again — he spied dark bands of cloud on the horizon — but Pendragon was unafraid.

Being here, upon the bluff, was like being back upon his island home. It was remarkably similar to the days he would spend keeping watch of the sky, observing the birds, and wondering to himself as a child, what else is there? Except that now Pendragon knew for certain there was more, and he wanted desperately to go back to being ignorant of it. Standing as he did with the sea wind blustering at his scruff so wildly, he looked to be at peace with his life — as if he belonged here — but in his mind Pendragon was saying a prayer of hope, love, and misery to his far-away kingdom.