Silver Moraine bhagwan, hai kahaan re tu?

a small smile bloomed over his face at her response, eyes growing warm with nostalgia. once, he, too, had been a wanderer, and right now, returning to that life without responsibility and ties seemed better than anything. yet hadn't he settled down, just to escape that day-to-day existence? perhaps he would be forever trapped, never able to fully embrace the two facets of his life: duty and freedom.

her concern touched him, and he nodded, despite the gesture being a lie. his shoulders heaved in an infinitesimal sigh. "i will be," aditya said, more truthfully. "i've, erm, had a hard several days and nights, recently. a lot of things have changed, for me."

that was one benefit of the wandering life--you embraced change, rather than fearing it. so much of his existence at morningside was dependent on routine, things he had settled into and accepted that this was the way things were. he loved dawn; dawn loved him. they were mated, and someday they would have children. but in the blink of an eye, all of that was gone. . .and now, instead of rolling with the punches as he might have once done, he reeled, not knowing how to handle it.