Ocean's Breath Plateau the space between lives

polar opposite from morningside, then. others had said it--it had been so warm, so kind. maybe that was a good thing, but then, why had he left? was too much of a good thing a bad thing? in some twisted fashion, the harshness of shearwater somehow felt. . .appealing. it was a change of tone, at least.

"ah, so you were leader there," govinda remarked, continuing to piece together the fragmented details of izel's old home. "what was your title? how--how many wolves did you have?" anything to distract her from prying into his own life. slightly hypocritical of him, but he'd bear the backlash when it came.

to tell her more would be to delve into aditya. . .and he would not do that. not now. perhaps not ever.