Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

indra shook her head solemnly at the mention of missing; for a moment she passed her gaze to mona's. it was meant unchallengingly, a look of sympathy -- for she knew what it was like to lose the care of someone who wasn't gone... just... missing.

indra wasn't sure how to answer the question the fair woman posed: did she mean her birthplace, or something else? she fretted her lip and spoke evenly, which belied the doubt she had just felt: "bearclaw valley. i don't know where it is in relation to you. it's not so far from here. i just... i wish she was happy." she looked to the ground again, the imprints left in the snow, and then in a moment of vulnerability lifted her gaze: "do you think any of us are happy, ever?"