Whitefish River into your heart, into your soul

ingram does not — cannot even perdict! — that in time very soon, he would find himself cradling embers of doubt; new, brighter embers glowing into life within him in regards to religion.

he had never considered himself a fickle creature but he tended to go where his obsession led him. for so long his nightwife had been the source of: his guiding northstar.

but her own fickle nature and instability in his life was suffocating it.

i spoke with them diplomatically once, he was not so quick to call them friends but they were neighbors, at least. tentative allies, at best. they and akashingo are strong. not wavering on the very brink of being snuffed out as basilica.

they two speak for a while longer before parting ways.