Horizon Ridge if she ever, ever knew

peace.

ingram could never.

his nature is too chaotic; too unpredictable and mercurial.

his peace came at a steep price that could be called upon at the most inconvenient of times.

still, he supposes it is ...ridiculously idyllic; too high of a hope as far as he's concerned but to each their own.

i see, drawls the dreadfather in a contemplative hum, for in truth he has nothing useful to add. peace was a lie but speaking that felt like inviting ruin to what was, otherwise, a rather serene meeting.

he tugs another strip of seaweed free.

i shall keep that in mind, ingram replies briskly. and if you are ever in need of magick ...you can come to basilica. though he is not so sure that this stranger or his church might appreciate it much. all the same, it is a offer presented all the same, with an inside giddiness at the thought of having favors owed gnawing at him.