Ocean's Breath Plateau sun-worshipper

which are you, i wonder?

who was he, anyway? lest aditya fall into some sort of existential crisis, he clung to the present, to the heady scent of smoke in the area, the question in the other's eyes. a god-fearing man, he replied solemnly. a man who has been given many chances—even when i didn't deserve them.

he sighed, nostrils stinging a little at the next inhale. i hope to make the most of this chance, adi said softly. and if this is truly a sacred place, then i'll be even better for it. perhaps the gods would guide his way here, steer him from his more earthly and foolish pursuits.

quiet fell between the two of them, then, aditya's eyes wandering intermittently from the smooth-tongued stranger back to the tree.