Phoenix Maplewood dancing to the beat of a midnight raga

indra's ears gently lifted as the male shook and revealed a different name: morningside. she liked the ring to it -- many times she had liked bear claw valley's name, but it was ponderous to say. morningside was simple -- memorable.

she did not miss the shade of rumination that seemed to descend his muzzle. questioningly, her amber eyes seemed to slightly widen -- until the nature of his considerations caused her ears to fall back and a scowl to momentarily darken her features. she would have preferred real parents to a legacy, but feared that cutting remark was too bitter to utter into the ears of a stranger. "yeah, i guess..." she didn't want to correct him, or chase away the smile that perennially sat on his lips. maybe some other time.

"on the subject of family.. i'm a ways from home. laurel's probably expecting me. it was nice to meet you, aditya."