Gilded Bay ebbed and flowed

"likewise," govinda responded, his smile growing broader. it was the first time in a long time that he felt. . .normal. just a scout, moving down the coast, meeting new faces. he had thought once that all of his old life was just that: old, fallen away. but this interaction felt comfortingly familiar, and he let himself sink into it, relishing the moments he was given with the other man.

skeletal, but friendly. just went to show that you couldn't judge a book by its cover.

"do you live nearby?" he inquired, tilting his head. he felt uprooted, but perhaps that was simply the moons spent tethered to morningside that gave him the sensation. the need to seek another home tightened his belly, but he had spent many seasons without one; why should he search for one now? still, it was useful information, even if he didn't come knocking at ford's door.