Ocean's Breath Plateau the space between lives

interesting. he would have rather stayed on the topic of shearwater, but instead she decided to ask him questions. govinda supposed it was only fair, since he had given her the same attention. still. . .it was difficult. he didn't want to go into who he was, and he had no earthly idea of who he wanted to be. god, how could he possibly answer?

"i'm from the south," govinda finally said, casting his muzzle down the coast. "i want. . .i want to be happy. at peace. beyond that. . .i don't know." he didn't know; he wasn't being cagey on purpose. honesty had always been his strong suit--and also his downfall. she had saved his life. his honesty was always owed her; she would always have it, no matter what.

"tell me more about shearwater," he continued, knowing that she probably didn't want to go down that road again--and not caring much. just as long as he didn't have to talk about himself anymore.