Bearclaw Valley part time love ain't my destiny

the girl listened sullenly, her ears trained to the side as to mulishly not betray the interest she had in blondine's words. she looked to the ground in morose silence, deliberating over the revelation of long-lost kin.

indra was not a stranger to the death of duty - particularly when it came to a sibling. her gaze trailed from the snow slowly, to the warmth of her friend's honeyed gaze -- she could not stay angry, and realized how childish she was being to a friend that hardly deserved the icy edge of her bitter blade, let alone the knife. 

"will you be leaving, then?" she asked somberly, her features drawn a frown of contemplation. typical, she thought -- that the second she liked someone, they walked out of her life forever.