Ocean's Breath Plateau all we are is dust in the wind

he deserved better than dutch. the way the young man bounded to meet him, the smile upon his face—it struck aditya to the core of his heart, and yet he grinned, too, happy to see his son again.

dreamgirl, he began, eyes sparkling, steadfast, he continued, and added, very close to 'steady,' who was a friend of your grandfather's. and speaking of him. . . . 

with reverence, he cleared the emotion from his throat and intoned, grayday is the third.

but he was hungry, and followed dutch with alacrity. and yours?! he inquired, brows raised. has your mate given birth yet? 

the rest of his trip had been, for the most part, uneventful. he was just happy to be back by the sea.