Gilded Bay your body in electric blue

contrary to what she thought, govinda couldn't care less if she had let slip she had been banished. he, too, was a fugitive. this was a place for new beginnings; the past couldn't haunt them, here. even if it did, it was to be ignored. he caught the stumble but let it pass; he was more curious about the way she had asked for his name.

govinda, he responded, smiling. it almost was if she knew he had been called something else, in different parts of the world. what about you? did she have multiple names, too? it's not been my home for very long, he added, responding to her remark on home. i'm still settling in.

but would he ever--completely--settle into the grove?

hadn't he asked that about the plateau? the maplewood?