Horizon Ridge jenny would dance with her ghosts

if only it were so simple to put basilica, what ingram dreams for it and what the threadbones had shown him into words...

perhaps even there were aspirations for it ingram did not even know of! relying, perhaps too heavily, upon his threadbones. a home. cloying words do not come to his tongue; instead there is only cutting simplicity.

a home for those who would pray and worship and speak for the gods. any gods. all gods. a holy place. that might perhaps offer their services to the wilds at large as kings rend themselves before oracles of old...if it ever went that far. but, for now, ingram reigns in his highest ambitions.

what was foundling first needed to become more than seeds.