Ocean's Breath Plateau samsara

"ma. . ." he paused, trying to taste the unfamiliar world. the unfamiliar long word. he was not unacquainted with such long words, nor with different tongues, but this was a language he didn't know. sounded good, though. he let out a little gasp of a chuckle, a puff of air before wincing (even that slight motion hurt him) and shot her a faint, bemused smile.

"no," govinda responded, blinking softly. "no, i've never been here. i. . .came from the sea. as you can. . .probably tell," he added in his rasping voice, glancing down at his still-drying pelt. he looked at her again, a question in his eyes. "what did you call me?" no accusation there, simply curiosity. he had given enough nicknames in his own tongue, after all.