Inktober 2018: Tranquil

Allow me to be a as a gentle mist which drapes its arms about the innocent, the just and those who dream. And guide my hand when I am as a storm that wracks the wicked, as you once did for me. Through me your hand shall reach to every land and all those who people them. For the law is a sword to be brandished against the unjust, and to be sheathed in times of peace. Help me to see the power in mercy, and the mercy in justice.

– excerpt from a prayer to Mananan Mac Lir, by me and Theodore the Salvaged