Crossing the Bar

Still not quite confident enough in the people of Torchline to revisit Haulani, Gideon had kept his trips to the nation confined to it's beaches. Should he find people there in need of his illuminating words he would give them, but for the most part he was after only a walk. It was needed, after his days of long work talking and preaching, taking in the confessions, thoughts and feelings of his congregation and balancing the expectation of the Gods on his shoulders. The soothing sound of the waves, the easy sight of them running back and forth up the shore; it reminded him what he fought for. As Gideon's eyes followed the edge of the sea up the coast, the even line was broken by a figure laying on the sand. Not so unusual at first, at least not until he spotted the tail. He'd heard stories of the Merfolk in Torchline, that they were favoured by the Gods and notoriously secretive. Perhaps the latter characteristic was why he had never seen one, and why he was immediately drawn to say hello. Just like the Fae, these were a species beloved by the Gods and entirely enveloped in their natural world. Getting even closer, he heard that the Merman was singing. A smile on his face, Gideon approached with his hands in his pockets, casually walking towards Johnny. "Lovely evening to be on the coast, isn't it? Couldn't help but hear your song. What's it about?" Gideon Reckon up the variables Find a way to make it real Make a deal Until my protector comes