Ocean's Breath Plateau sun-worshipper

it is allowed, aditya responded, his lips curving in amusement. my god's name is hari. his eternal consort, nitya. he did not elaborate further, if only because he didn't truly know much about his own family's lore. he'd caught bits and pieces as a child, and then again when he lived in one of the many bharati packs down south.

but all he really had was the names, and the image of a dark wolf, glittering green eyes.

like radha. . . adi wondered if that was merely a coincidence, or if he had been attracted to the woman for the god he saw in her visage. either way, there was nothing holy about what had transpired next.

his part done, he lifted his chin a hairsbreadth in query. and your god? gods? he knew some had many.