Blackwater Islands Pure intention juxtaposed

It will take time. It was the answer he needed. He had been so worried about the future that he hadn't been thinking about everything they needed to do in the present. Nothing worth doing was easy or timely—a lesson he had been taught by his mother and still sometimes struggled to grasp. He was normally patient, but the mission had taken him over and made him rash, something he could not afford. You are right, he offered, standing to follow when she beckoned. 

She led him farther into the cave and down a tunnel he had never seen before. When their path split, the listener chose the cave that illuminated the darkness around them. As they entered, he realized the light came from the sun that peaked through a crack in the ceiling. The ground was covered in soft, green moss and around them was a thin fog. His eyes followed the stream as it moved along its own winding path out of the other side of the cave. It was a sight, and if the demon noticed things like beauty, he would certainly attach the word to this place. 

When she spoke, his gaze found its way back to her. He knew there were secrets here that even he didn't know; there always would be. He also knew it meant something that the listener brought him here. Tulok nodded. I hope so, he answered after a moment. His tone was softer than it usually was, partially out of respect for the prophet, but also because this cave seemed to demand that from him. 

The speaker released a soft sigh. Thank you. He bowed his head towards the listener. There were many things he was thanking her for—his brother, his purpose, her help. He was certain she would know all of this without him needing to point out every reason he was grateful for her.