Ocean's Breath Plateau parivaar

aditya had spread his wild oats, and now, the chickens were coming home to roost.

the mixed metaphors would have made anyone's head spin. it was as if the old man was herding cats. myriad children across myriad lands—and he wanted to care for them all.

was it possible?

he'd returned to easy, only for the woman to tell him that dutch and eldest had gone a-wandering. shenanigans was still missing. not to mention his children from dawn, long far afield. and his latest litter with grayday's younger daughter—

he'd made a mess of things, and as he lingered near the borders of a land that once could have been his, he felt an overwhelming sense of regret.

perhaps it could have been better here. easier, certainly. but his flightiness had never allowed him to remain in once place for too long, and he was reaping the consequences of that, now.

aditya didn't howl. he just stood, staring somewhat blankly into the interior of the plateau.