Fox's Glade silvertongue

indra needn't be informed others could be cruel -- she had been indoctrinated to that harsh and indomitable decree already -- all the same she offered an understanding nod in agreement. she looked to the ground, studying the intersection of snow and dirt -- her eyes lifting only as he spoke of something: frith. the world was unknown to her, the meaning lost -- but she could tell by the careful way he spoke that it was of great importance to him.

she saw in tadec then a slimmer of something -- need? desperation? she could not name it. despite being cautioned once to never give her home to strangers (sry redshank sry) she supplied it anyway. "bearclaw valley." she hoped she would not regret such openness. "where is your home? who is frith?"