Ocean's Breath Plateau My hair is the color of cheetos right now, and I will take no questions.

his blurred vision brought to mind young kitimat, and it took a few blinks before the figure coalesced into what he really was—a young man, muscled and fit, eyes keen upon what he saw before him.

not kitimat.

yes? aditya asked, his voice escaping as a croak with misuse. he cleared his throat and tried his best to come to a more dignified position. eventually, he sat sphinx-like before this yearling, owlish golden eyes cutting into his visitor.

what brings you here?