Haunted Wood They say flowers can open new paths

the man did not speak and bartholomew wondered.

was he too dense to speak? or did he know the value in his silence?

you are silent, he pointed out the obvious as his smile seemed to droop into a frown. only for a moment, before he willed his lips to perk once more.

perhaps you know more than you let on. he paused, thoughtful as his yellow gaze roamed. do you know who blessed us with this day, boy?

it was spoken as a title, more than truth. boy. a show of where bartholomew mentally positioned himself between them.