Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

the convention a woman had no say did not sit well with indra, who rightfully bubbled with fitful rage for the auburn girl. she took a breath, swallowing the heat that threatened to spill toxic and angry from her lips. she noticed the fretful manner in which mona sighed and then spoke, and it pained her to hear the revelation behind her discomfiture.

indra was so done with the malign incompetence of the world. "oh, that's so shitty." she exclaimed emphatically, finding no shame in mona's admittance of her liaison with this unknown male. indra was bashful about many things, but the nature of intimacy was not one of them. unfortunately, she could relate only by laurel's own sorry tale -- for her sister had mated with xan, while xan had taken another mate.

not quite the same, granted, but in indra's eyes equally as shitty. "it doesn't automatically make you mates, but you don't owe him anything for doing it with him.. and if you don't want to marry him, if he doesn't respect that then he is not the mate for you." she said, her brow furrowed: "are you pregnant?"