Phoenix Maplewood dancing to the beat of a midnight raga

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phoenix had since quit her company, but the questions of his arrival still hounded indra. without thinking she had left the valley again, plagued by self-doubt and confusion. part of her still seemed in disbelief that her mother had found happiness after them; and another part of her childishly resented phoenix (and his mother) for it.

she missed them all terribly. her family before the fall. she knew how lucky she was to have laurel, but laurel was only a tourniquet over a seeping wound; bound to stop her from unraveling too far, but not enough to stave the advancement of her demons all together.

she wanted someone to talk to, someone objective and outside of her sphere -- but she also wanted to be immersed in the place of her childhood. only, she knew better than to trespass. it would not have been right, even if it was her home no longer, for her to flagrantly traipse across the man's painstakingly laid claims. when she arrived at the maplewood she knew she could go no further, and she threw back her head in a howl for the bushy-tailed man that had intercepted her the day before. she thought she saw him up ahead, marking some invisible line in the perimeter -- but she did not want to trespass and remained firmly rooted on neutral soil.