Hideaway Strath tum yaad rakhna kahin bhool na jaana

backdated to 07/01

aditya came to the saints' territory bearing gifts: a pair of rabbits, swinging limply from his jaws. if he was to exist here, he wouldn't have their warriors accosting him every which way. he was no threat to them; he ate little, and had no aspirations of conquest. and he was alone.

he dropped the prey at the border, smiling faintly as he thought of @Ramesses. what fortune that he had found pharaoh again, here! it was much better to stumble upon a friendly face from the past, than an old adversary.

the elder howled for an audience with the leaders of this place, wondering who would greet him. 

if they were anything like the pale woman in the swamp, they were to be feared. and yet, as he grew closer to death, he feared very little. fear had instead given way to regret—and a grudging sense of duty to those who would come after him.