Ocean's Breath Plateau parivaar

rodyn was gracious, both in his invitation and excusing of adi's wayward brain. the old man was grateful for it, though he shouldn't linger long.

i must go, aditya said, dipping his head. thank you—and good luck, here. i think it is a land blessed by god himself.

and if krishna willed it ruled by someone other than himself—so be it.

with a few pleasant parting words, aditya carried on toward brecheliant. tempted to look back. . .though perhaps if he did, he'd never take another willing step.