Gilded Bay echoes

first came the muscled stranger, who stayed at a distance. in answer to his call, govinda cocked his head, as if to say, 'come here.' it's all right, he answered, softly enough to not shatter the solemnity of the scene but still audible, to the man. before he could do anything further, lucas arrived, face full of wonder. and before he could answer him, hamartia had supplied her own response, materializing by govinda's side.

he nodded, glancing warmly at her, then turned his gaze to lucas. haan, bachcha. a great beast that lives in the sea. sometimes they get stuck on the sand. his voice trailed off as he looked at the whale, chest rising and falling in a sigh. he will not survive. he'll die without the water.

hamartia, interestingly enough, made no moves to take its flesh, either. he felt a sudden sense of camaraderie with the woman, and edged slightly closer (though keeping wary of any signs that the proximity was too near). he again summoned the man toward them, if the stranger hadn't chosen to come already, and beckoned lucas as well, so that the quartet could sit a sort of vigil for the bull.