Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

He used a word she did not fully understand. Brook's throat was dry, and she swallowed, her tongue feeling like sand on tree bark. He did not come closer, or she might have finally gotten up the nerve to flee him as she had done before. Without her father at her side, it was hard to talk to anybody—even those meant to be her new pack mates. She had spent so much time with her father, and only her father, that anything else felt foreign and unwise.

Aditya is my father, she replied, her voice soft and perhaps not fully audible due to distance and the wind. Brook tried to focus on her breathing, the ground beneath her feet, the chirping of birds. Anything to help slow her heartbeat and calm her nerves.