Silver Moraine bhagwan, hai kahaan re tu?

the greeting startled him from his thoughts, and aditya sniffled, hastily blinking away the tears in his eyes and hoping she'd not notice the tracks of those already-spilled down his cheeks. he turned to look at her over his shoulder. "hey," he repeated, his voice rusty. he cleared his throat, rotating to fully face her, nostrils flaring as he took in her scent--a lone wolf, by her smell.

she looked unthreatening enough; the last time he'd been interrupted in a fit of emotion--well, before alarian, and he didn't want to think of that right now--was the sea witch, and her words had been biting. this woman seemed kinder, and he let himself relax just a trifle, hoping that she wouldn't take advantage of his invulnerability.

"you're a wanderer?" aditya asked, half-questioning though he believed he knew the answer. she was awfully close to pack lands, though the moraine was vast, and he wondered what her purpose was, here. she could have walked on by; why did she seek his company? to comfort, to pity? or to cheat and steal, like everyone else?