Iktome Plains mujhe buddha mil gaya

a voice interrupted his hunt, and he lifted his nose—

another young man. he supposed all men were young, now. aditya smiled, his eyes fixed for a long moment or two upon the very symmetrical mark upon the youth's forehead—something he'd never seen before.

exploring old homes, he explained, shrugging. though i never did wander onto these plains. maybe because you're right—they are a bit drab.

the language had been nonchalant, same as the approach. adi turned his head slightly, staring down the stranger with an inquisitive look. and what about you?