Ocean's Breath Plateau sun-worshipper

worship—he finally understood. didn't make him any less nervous for the young man, mind, but it at least eliminated the thought that the stranger was a complete bird-brain. adi kept his distance, still, letting one corner of his mouth quirk upward in a slightly tremulous smile.

fire has never been good to me, he called out, shaking his head. it destroyed my home, and killed a friend. others were lost. i prefer to stay away.

perhaps some sort of divine retribution—but then, the fire had come well before his transgressions at the island, and in nitya-mata. . .

he sat, a little awkwardly, the firelight turning his eyes to molten gold. i'm sorry for interrupting you, aditya replied—though this was, after all, where he meant to settle. had he the clout, and the borders marked, this man would be trespassing. as it were. . .adi was content to watch. maybe learn.