Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

briefly the redleaf followed the direction of the auburn woman's gesture; tindome, beyond the jagged spires. a distant reach she would lnever summit.

her gaze fell back to mona, surprised by the knowing wisdom -- and poetry -- in her answer. it took her aback, but it also intrigued her. indra had never been incredibly imaginative -- not in a way where creativity was easy -- and to hear life's pains and joys surmised in such a simple, artistic way.. her gaze lit up with admiration, shy at first.

"that's very beautiful." she replied honestly, earnest in her voice. "it'd be nice for some sun."