Wheeling Gull Isle Hurry up tomorrow

"Don't raise your tone with me, boy."

In his chest, his voice came from a deep chasm that echoed in the chambers of his worldliness- the chiming bells of his time. The sparks of anger one might choose to see were irrelevant. He was more. He had no time for it. Only discipline. Only sight beyond touch, and a view casted towards the sky that raised day by day, and they must chase it, in order to taste the light of God and his glory.

Judah must learn.

His head rose, and from the crevice of den Judah had formed, he departed in order to nose the wonder of the air outdoors. The freedom of it. He preferred the breeze, the closeness of the sea, and the gentle brushes it gave his skin. They're one, as flesh to bone.
"There's none to tell." In steady, powerful strides forward that took him away from the boy, but closer to his search, he felt the shocks of the seas soul upon his fingertips. "Your privacy is your own. Your secrets yours to tell. Your sister should love it. You must have put rich work into it."