Firefly Glen ark

cielo.

heaven.

he wonder if this man's god(s) was his own. a misunderstanding, a miscommunication. perhaps this man's native tongue turned the story some, words did not translate well.

bartholomew could only pray.

he stood on his stilts of legs and watched the seated man, the collection of lights finding interest in him.

i believe you are, he offered near breathless. it is why you have come to spread your gospel, no? you have been chosen.