The Sentinels but i know you too well

i see, govinda said politely, nodding. he wasn't very familiar with the concept of ownership. defending a territory--sure! but he had never had a family, and thus had never had familial land over which to be possessive. he could sympathize with it, though. and it seemed that the girl was not a part of this family, either, though had found herself with them much like he had integrated into morningside.

my name is govinda, he introduced himself, lifting his nose to point back the direction he came. i live on the plateau over there--perhaps only for a short while, until i move on. i'm not sure. the word plateau felt so strange in his mouth; it reminded him of the good days with dawn, pema, grayday. . . oh, grayday. what he wouldn't give to hear the man's words of wisdom just once more.