Whitebark Stream Temperance is a Virtue I Lack

He looked up at the other in a momentary silence. Sheep Killer had spoke of violence, yet Kekoa had not witnessed this. Sun Eater was no enemy to him, and in this moment the look in the others remaining eye was a comfort.

The overwhelming barrage of sound dissipated as he was able to focus on the other. Pushing to his feet, the boy warily glanced behind him.

He wondered what Abraham would say, what the God he spoke of would think. But Sun Eater was right; he was the only one who could truly know what was happening inside his head.

"I need to sleep this off." The statement was followed by a sigh, and a shake of his head. He was still feeling poorly.