Bearclaw Valley behind your silence and your suffering

a grin curled merrick's mouth as galena asked of him the singular most intriguing question he yet posed. for a long span of moments he remained silent, considering both the inquiry and the objects. no one could ever accuse merrick of being spiritual; he only sought knowledge he did not already have.
galena's experience with such things were one piece of wisdom not yet granted to the boy. at length he shifted, hummed. "i want easthollow to be punished," he whispered toward the witch, his single eye roving over her knowing gaze. "i want my enemies to suffer. and i want her," her her her her, she who had built this altar, she who walked at his side,
"i want her to be made a goddess."