Pushing aside some branches, Alexander found himself pushing through another set of bushes for what felt like the thousandth time. With a light sheen on sweat erupting on his forehead, he found his hand absently swatting at the empty air when a mosquito passed him by.
He knew this entire thing was basically a prolonged leap of faith, but he there was no denying the disappointment that was beginning to swell inside his chest. He’d been searching for a while and found nothing, spotting no glaring presence of white anywhere in the mass of greens and browns.
He was returning to Janesca now, attempting to steel himself for the moment he had to explain his failure to her. She was so hopeful to have found some sign of the divine, and he knew Raymond’s departure would inevitably dampen her spirits. Though he knew she would try to hide it.