Whitebark Stream Temperance is a Virtue I Lack

sun eater crouched before the dreaming-man. "not know. not in here," he grunted, reaching to gently tap kekoa's forehead with a gentle claw. "power came for you. learn it."

if his feet had been placed upon this path, then he must understand it was not for anyone else to define. he must decide for himself what a vision might be, and what it was not.

but in the single slate eye he would find acceptance.