Neverwinter Forest john paul ii

god brightens his path with sun-dapples. if he squints, he can see it, just through the treeline — flat earth carved by glory, shimmering quartz and calcite. the prophet recognizes these minerals. his chest pounds with the memory of taking his own family to the warmlake four miles south from their winter home.
before things had come to this.
he is as calm and as quiet as he can be while he dashes for his saving grace. among tens of pools, how will the heathens locate the one that drowns his scent?
thank you, heavenly father.

this will be my last post here! feel free to have ur toons decide to do whatever if they find his trail near the hot springs <3