Honeyed Pasture beta

ah. . .so perhaps it was like that.

aditya gazed at his son with much sympathy, himself weighing what to say next, and how to say it.

that is difficult, he replied, though he knew it was inadequate. he sucked in one corner of his mouth in more silent thought. would he come here, instead? with his wives and sons? or does duty tie him to moontide?

he felt absurdly bad, floating out the idea of coaxing wolves away from his beloved plateau—but dutch was far more important to him than some scrap of coastline.