Silver Moraine lover lay me down inside the garden soil

  The mummer had misread her audience, so it seemed! King had misunderstood the current brand of sarcasm she employed and took her feigned departure as truth. Had he called out to her or remarked on her unceremonious leave, Indie would have easily conceded her act or amended the mask she created just for King — but he did not, and Indie could not help but peer over her shoulder as the silvered figure of the young man faded against the hues of the moraine. Perhaps they would meet again — and if they did, the vaudevillian would be better prepared — but until that day, Indie would continue to travel and seek out her next stage.