Coconut Grove the day is done, but i'm having fun

he nodded, something like pensiveness entering his expression. always has been, govinda murmured. i've never been happier than when i'm on the move. it's nice to have a home to go back to--but getting stuck there for too long is brutal. he thought of all the times he'd been obliged to stay at morningside and look after things. shackles would have been kinder.

given that we feel the same way, i suppose i'll see more of you around, he continued, grinning. we're not too far from each other, at least by our standards. god, he was old enough to be rannveig's father. the thought of it made his stomach turn--where in hell had the years gone??--but, at the same time, gave him a strange sense of comfort.

the young seawolf might be too hard-headed for it, but perhaps he'd be inclined to see govinda as a mentor of some type, as time went on. it might aid in healing the hole left by so many--river, kitten, blackbear. . .