Firefly Glen ceremonial

bartholomew was not a soft man by any stretch.

yet here he was, feeling melted and warmed. as if this wolf had closed its teeth around his throat and pulled the words right out of him.

bartholomew had not been led astray, after all. there was hope in these lands in the face of a fresh boy.

He leads us both.

soft and in awe.

you are the only other i met who even seems to know the good word.