Phoenix Maplewood well, now what

finally, the anger he had wanted surfaced, though not in the form of a geyser, like aditya had surmised it would. no, instead easy was cold and hard, much older than her years as she spoke, her tone businesslike. aditya nodded slowly, though he doubted she saw it; she was walking away almost immediately.

with a ragged sigh, he sat heavily on his haunches, watching her go. when she had disappeared into the foliage, he shook his head, completely at a loss.

"well, now what?" he asked himself aloud. above came the screech of a bird of prey, the only witness to his solitude.