Silver Creek and if the whole world is crashing down

the prospect of saena returning chased the last vestige of dim gloom from indra's demeanor; in no time the red child's rosy glow returned. her tail beat against the soil as casmir affirmed her hopes -- and when he masterfully diverted the subject to bugs the girl's vigor had wholly returned. "STINK BUGS!" she bellowed, confidently marching forth towards the bushel of ferns she'd seen them roost in. leaning close to one verdant blade the girl looked up slowly, her voice quiet as she cautioned: "they stink, sees -- if you chase or eat them they don' taste good." indra instructed casmir dutifully, though unbeknownst to her he likely knew these facts already.