Silver Moraine bhagwan, hai kahaan re tu?

his suspicions confirmed, he grinned, thrilled to see a fellow southerner. he'd rarely paid attention to such things in his life, having met so many from various cultures--but here in the teekon wilds, it was abundantly clear. northerners were just different. their values, while not directly clashing with his, were still slightly altered. they took certain things more seriously. viewed the world in what was to him an unfamiliar light.

"it's cold," aditya commented, his grin fading into a grimace. he did not relish the thought of winter being just several moons away. "all my life, really," he answered her question, moving on from the terrible subject of snow and ice. "my mother died when i was just weaned, so i went out on my own. i joined morningside last fall. . .so here i am, now."

but perhaps, if not the most enjoyable thing to discuss, winter was becoming more and more relevant, in late summer. he tilted his head, an inkling of concern in his gaze. "do you have a place to stay, when the winter comes? family, friends here?"