Bearclaw Valley atonement so clean, replenishing me

laurel's affectionate nibbles sent a warm chill down indra's neck and spine -- and somewhere else. she sat upright, pulling slightly away from her sister as she tried to examine a feeling that was already gone.

what was it? how could she articulate it? a deep knit appeared in her forehead as she worked her mind for answers. laurel's words were carefully scrutinized - she had put the strange sensation to words much better than indra had managed to, but indra thought there was something missing.

"kind of like that, i think." she nodded, taking a deep breath. "but also like i'm not me. like i'm not thinking straight."