Wheeling Gull Isle stomklad

some wish to use Him as a reason for violence. to be the hand of His punishment.

his throat grew tight for a moment. the bird, blood running into water.

he wondered if heda knew how much symbolism she danced with, lived with, breathed around. perhaps God had plans even above bartholomew for the young woman.

i think it is the crossroads of self defense and selfish violence. his gaze softened and he stared at the limp bird. to protect your peace is one thing, to conquer lands and call it peace in the name of God? i do not believe so.