Phoenix Maplewood I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too

indra was excited by the commotion -- while the faces were not quite visible, the forms were -- the white shadow she knew as familiar and comfort (luke) paced back and forth before her, and she could feel the ground reverberate with her pale mother's words. they meant nothing to indra -- they were scarce more than incomprehensible sounds. with a delighted squeal she stomped towards laurel, who had a similar devious plan in mind -- only to be scooped up by a dark but also familiar form. she babbled excitedly from casmir's mouth, playfully snapping at the air with little teeth.