Flycatcher Downs now that you're done shuffling the tits off the queens

indra made for skwol as quickly as she could -- he, like her, was bewildered by the monsters that darkened the skies -- he looked almost defensive as he rounded upon her. fearfully she shrunk back for there was an intensity in his eyes that was feral and monstrous and for a moment she thought he had turned to kill her.

she froze, fear paralyzing her small frame -- and then he shoved right by her.

in a stunned motion indra slowly turned her head in time to see laurel hurdling towards them - it was easy to piece the misinterpretation in the scene; she thought he was a danger -- and he believed her a threat. "no!" she yelled, suddenly finding her legs again as she twirled around in a flurry of limbs and snow. "laurel! no! he's a fri- skwol, stop!" indra's voice cracked then, a faint edge of hysteria lining the end of her pitiful plea as she threw herself between the two with shaky breaths.