Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Skyelius]

After a skirmish with Bretonian forces, Skyelius was tired, he needed to rest. He had been trying hard to understand the untimely conflicts that seemed to bombard the Corsairs lately. The pilot made his way to the bar, and sit in front of the bartender, keeping his head down. Alonso already knew what his meant. He already knew what calmed him down. A nice cup of coffee, at just the right warmth. Pedro knew he was right when he saw his brother leave a tip at the table. It was almost strange to see this calmness in Sky's eyes, after such hard moments in his life lately. Skyelius looked over at the table on his right, and saw several Elders and the newly recruited Teresa, sitting at the table with them, all speaking in a jumpy yet low voice, almost as if they wanted to hide an obvious situation. But he did not look much at the table, instead remembering he needed to continue his work on the Black Emerald before his shore leave in a few days. He thought about his brothers, how they would need all the help they could get, and that it was a perfect, if random time to give any advice, help or just accompany one of his hermanos now that he had practically nothing to do.

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"It is a cold universe until you know God as your Father, and then it becomes a home. Even the next life simply becomes the Father's house, home."
—David Pawson