Gilded Bay this is our party, we can do what we want

the bay wasn't part of the plateau, just adjacent, and he knew that he never would have the numbers to claim both territories. still, aditya knew there was no one settled there (for now) and so he enjoyed taking strolls along the bright beach. the weather had yet to turn for the better, but at least the endless snows had ceased.

a figure ahead caught his attention, and he smiled, amused, to see the man observing a coconut. he, too, had been similarly perplexed by the things when he'd first encountered them in the grove. it took him back, and he looked on wistfully for a second before moving forward.

it's a fruit, yaar, adi explained, after giving a chuff of greeting above the susurrus of waves. it's called a coco-nut. if it cracks against a rock, there's a kind of meat inside. he'd never cared for it himself, having tried it once or twice, but food was food after all. and the coconut was a diversion, at least.

he cocked his head. passing through? he asked, trying to gauge the stranger's purpose here.