Moonsong Glacier chandogya

aditya turned his head toward the onlooker and smiled ruefully. thank you, he said, with sincere gratitude. but it's a song with painful memories. i could not continue.

it was the hunter, the one who'd led them in the chase some days ago. he had a nice air of command about him, and adi thought he could make a good second-in-command to arjun. perhaps he'd mention that, when his son had returned.

hototo, right? he asked to make sure, hoping the name hadn't slipped from his grasp like so many others had. he stretched slightly, feeling his bones pop and muscles sigh in relief. yes, i've more songs. plenty more. are you a singer, yourself?