Gilded Bay gurur brahma, gurur vishnu

he let out a guffaw at the remark, both surprised and amused. he had no words, simply laughing, until he was finally able to compose himself enough to answer her question. "much the same," govinda responded, trying to keep the note of confusion from his voice. to be honest, he wasn't sure what he was. or where he was supposed to be. touch and go, really.

"wandering isn't so bad," govinda continued. "i was a tramp for the first part of my life. it is easy. . .you don't have anyone to worry over but yourself, and you don't much worry about that, either." he felt the familiar flash of envy, then realized that he was once again in that situation--not tethered to morningside as he was before. should he take advantage of it, leave the plateau and the bay?

"any plans to settle?" perhaps it was prying. she didn't have to answer if she didn't want to.