The Heartwood kneel

his head turned to peer over a bony shoulder. his long, narrow face was looked down by two gold eyes who settled on the near behemoth of a man.

and this came from a man who had given prayer to a bear.

a bear who had asked the same thing and he had responded with words of God. was that the right thing to do now? did he deserve to swath his existence with such holy claims?

a man. same as you. he admitted in deep tones despite the glaring truth before them. bartholomew was in no way the same as this man.

may i help you?