Vision Quest (part 2)

I'm late this week! Sorry. It's been a busy busy week, but now that it's the weekend I have the chance to catch up. Delays like that should not happen again. Anyway, as they say, good things come to those who wait. So here is this week's update at long last, part two of Quentin Harsh's Vision Quest!

Though the council may be slow; it still might be a good idea to speak with Father Geoffrey about this. Dad wouldn't understand any better than anyone else; but Geoffrey has faith in our community, in our importance. He'll know what to do. Jeremy's thoughts were a tangle; but going to Geoffrey, the priest, seemed like the only course of action.

Jeremy climed down from his bed and dressed himself. He headed out the door of the hut and washed his face in the stream before starting down the path to the rectory where Father Geoffrey lived. The path was surrounded by beautiful Kauri trees, thick shrubbery and vines. The New Zealand Dome had always been Jeremy's favorite; and he was glad to have his hut put here when he came of age. He had grown up with his parents in the Congo Dome, which had always struck him as too hot, most of the year.

When he reached the Rectory, Jeremy was feeling nervous. What if Father Geoffrey didn't believe him? Of course he would. Geoffrey was very closely in touch with spritual forces. He had become, in only the eleven years he had lived in New Eden, the most influencial figure in the community. Most of the Old People didn't respect his wisdom; but his followers, particularly the Deacons, were deathly loyal to him. The door opened.

Geoffrey was neither tall nor imposing. His eyes were as round and soft as his skin. He had a roundish build, but he was by no means fat. He was approximately thirty-five, Jeremy had never asked him his age. Geoffrey's black hair matched his robes, and only served to accent his bright blue eyes. His smile was warm and inviting.