Ocean's Breath Plateau [m] wind runner

in that thought of hurt was red leaf wrong —

cen loved his son so much that he avoided ghaden lest the boy see the misunderstanding and desperation in the eyes of his father.

the words spat today were ones that burnt his tongue to regret, for it was not ghaden he hated.

it was himself.

cen glared after red leaf, grabbing her upright once more and roughly shoving her on, but he did not follow, only lashed his eyes back to the surf and blinked back the angry salt that had had leapt to their hard sight.