Role

Chapter 2

Horrindyr swam slowly toward the eye of the storm, ever so often breaching the
surface. Not out of necessity but out of a need to see the turmoil overhead.
He could see the shapes of others of his kind, mostly young ones, doing the
same in the distance. Each of them a storm giant on a holy pilgrimage that
gave the name to their race. He had done this pilgrimage before, but he felt
he needed to see it once again.

He found himself within the eye of perfect calm, all around him and in the
distance multitudes of streaking God's blood (lightning) were constantly
falling from the dark clouds and into the sea. All of that light made him
think of the Holy Mother, she was so much alike. A multitude of tempestuous
lights, woven together into a single being of nurturing harmony, kindness and
Light. She is everywhere and her wisdom is in all things, Horrindyr thought to
himself. She is the blazing sun and the light of the far of star that won't be
impeded by the darkness of the void between you and her. The light will always
find you if you but look.

His hand reached for the kelp rope at his waist. In spite of our separation
and distance we are still entwined, he thought, in perpetuity. Even with the
rope in his hands, they felt empty. He felt that there should be two other
hands, smaller and much like his own, clasping his palms. He gripped that
emptiness with both hands, closed his eyes, and prayed to the Holy Mother and
the Light. Mercy.