Horizon Ridge if she ever, ever knew

of sorts, ingram replies to the other man's question; again the scent of the stranger tickling some part of ingram's memories that he had locked away. the visions he has for basilica is not entirely a congregation, admittedly. there are those of us who are deeply religious and those that are not at all.

a pause is taken, letting the salty sea breeze whip along his scarred muzzle for a moment; the tang of it lingering upon his tongue.

religion is a choice. and not one that everyone could understandably get behind. he noses another small tangle of seaweed, carefully detangling it from a shell.