Cerulean Cape slowly, slowly, i am drifting

somewhere in laurel's eyes, indra caught a brief glimmer of pain. she did not comment upon it -- no doubt, being estranged hurt her worse than it troubled indra. she couldn't imagine being estranged from m-- wait.

well, she was.

she leveled out another sigh; she was sighing so much these days. she had been so wrapped up in finding, finding, finding, that she had never thought about what would come once everything was found and done. why don't we just go home? she nearly blurted -- but where was home?

bearclaw valley was just an ugly, empty rock. silver creek a bogged down moraine. phoenix maplewood just another formless blot on a nameless map, meaning litte. the hollow -- faces of her friends swarmed in her mind: mona, terance, rannoch, merrick, nunataq..

they were all there, but was the hollow truly home?

"i don't know." indra replied despondently, her gaze glum. "go back and get nuna and merrick and maybe mona.. but.. they might not want to leave."