Ocean's Breath Plateau Duet for theremin and lap steel.

deaf? that explained things. a lot, actually. he took it in stride, eyes shifting toward the boy as he translated. the reply came in an intriguing mixture of words and gestures, something he had never seen before.

thank you, aditya told bushtit, grinning. well caught, bachcha—that means 'boy,' in my mother's tongue.

then towhee spoke, asking after a pair he had not seen in quite some time. no—they left together, i believe, he told her. i don't know when they were planning to return, if at all.

a-dit-ya is my name, he continued, drawing out the syllables slowly and clearly, so that she'd understand. but you both can call me adi.

was she really just here for phox and heph? or had she brought his son to meet him? he tried mentally counting backward, thinking of their tryst. it seemed so far in the past. . .and this child was not so old. 

but time had increasingly become fluid and abstract. . .