Moonsong Glacier worship

"dad,"

it whispered on the wind at the end of his prayer, it rippled the wisps of his ears.

"dad,"

louder, real, tangible. bartholomew was not a fool. this was not the voice of God reminding him of the things that gave him strength.

this was the voice of abraham.

here.

here.

his head lifted from its hanging position, whipped to put eagle eyes on none other than his boy. here in the flesh. unmistakable.

bartholomew had taken good care to not play favorites with the twins, but seeing only one of them here? well...perhaps it placed abraham higher in his heart. higher in his eyes and it would show. a layer of pride shining through his tired gaze.

abraham, he breathed finally. oh, abe,

you have come so far from home, and you are here — by the grace of God.