[ Adra doesn't notice him right away. He's too busy looking everywhere else, paranoid that someone significantly more awake will come along and see him in this state of undress. But when all is quiet for a while, Adra eventually swims around a bit, exploring the perimeter of the spring. And then he spots it--the thick, black hair, floating gently in the water. The face, familiar not because he's seen it many times before, but because it is of his people. The boy who would be his son.
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Adra moves carefully, unsure of what to do. ]
Belthazar ...?