Had the storm first awakened this longing? The storm that had given birth to his desire was but a symbol of the deep, unknown, compelling reality he now desired. Its existence spoke to him: seek, seek, go deeper, go forward, enter. It told him what he knew already: that he must not stand still.
For a moment, Tyr stood between two choices, two lives, two worlds. If he was to move towards the source of the longing, his way lay through the Shrine and the priesthood and his gift of vision. If he took no steps towards the mystery, he would dam up a river in his heart and might never feel that yearning again. With a clarity that made him shudder, to chase the beauty that reached out for his heart, even if the depth of his longing went unsatisfied, would be a life of joy and enrichment. Living t
