Ravenshook Cliffs slipping down, down, down

oh, wow. lucas was already a man of the world, at such a young age. already drawn to the boy, govinda felt even further connected with this knowledge. his face was bland but attentive until the mention of the valley, when his face lit with a spark of recognition.

i met someone once, from bearclaw valley, govinda said softly, not knowing at all how close to home he was about to strike. a woman named indra. i went to visit again. . .but no one answered my call at the border. busy, i expect. he took in a deep breath, eyes wandering toward the mainland. it feels so far away. hopelessly far away. and yet we're here.

he knew it was the spiritual separation that felt much wider than the physical. either way, it was a chasm.