Gilded Bay the depths are calling

his eyes drifted by reflex to the northeast, the great inland that lay beyond. what brought you so far? govinda asked, looking over at the man once more. relocating for winter? can't blame you, if so. this was still too far north, in his opinion. only when he was back on the southern shores of his youth would he be satisfied, and that looked unlikely anytime soon.

he hoped the walk was helping. staying still would be a death sentence for the stranger. he picked up his pace, slightly, pushing through the weariness that gnawed at his bones, every once in a while. the urge to just. . .stop. i'm govinda, he offered, with a cant of his head.