Arrow Lake displaced

a bird.

it was the first thing he could notice, its calls not one for alarm or that akin to a vulture. bartholomew knew his work was not yet over on this planet. gospel still to be spread, sons still to be found... but it seemed somebody else seemed keen to find him first.

she was familiar and strange all at once.

his eyes settled on her only briefly, shame hot and hard in his gaze as he looked back to the surface. if her reflection was there it would be the only way he'd view her for now. and any familiarity of her ebbed away at the words she spoke. he knew nothing that she uttered, not a single ounce of it.

despite his reluctance to look right at her, he did have an apologetic look on his features.

i'm afraid i don't understand, he offered softly, thoughtful. do you...speak another language?

he wondered if andrés would have known the words she uttered. or maybe his hunter, the bear, pier, a regretted lover...

it was so very easy to see the faces he had lost.