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

his smile grew empty, like the kind of expression you make when there's nothing happy within you but still you have to fake it. surely rannveig wasn't so observant to miss it, though govinda hoped that he was. the man swallowed, licking his lips before continuing. ah. . .no. not anymore.

he blinked, staring at the young seawolf but looking through him; it was not the grove that he saw. i've had a few malias, govinda continued, some closer to my heart than others. my last. . .she was too young; we grew apart. and then there was-- a white-hot bolt of agony seared through his stomach, as if someone had hit him dead square. coelacanth. he tried to say her name, but nothing came out.

govinda sighed, shaking his head and giving it up. so. yes. it does make it hard to be on the move, when you have someone. perhaps it is my luck, now, that i do not. what was meant to be a charming sentiment came out twisted and bitter. he hated the sound of it.