Honeyed Pasture beta

he nodded along. understandable, understandable—

and then arjun dropped the bomb.

aditya actually came to a stop, and looked fully at his son. myriad emotions swam in his eyes, not the least of which was sympathetic humor. but fear was there, too, and frustration—was his line cursed to this problematic fate?

i did that, once. though only with the one wife, he added wryly, smirking slightly. the expression faded soon after, though. they were both black-furred, and the children. . .looked like me. it didn't take a wise man to figure that out.

ah, dutch. . .what have you done?