Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

indra watched as the stranger sunk to the ground, the gesture forlorn and almost exhausted. even then, the woman still seemed to retain a semblance of delicacy; indra followed the murkwater of mona's gaze to the ground, unwilling to appear judgmental or challenging. it took a fair amount of courage to admit ones' true intentions -- indra had wanted to run away for months now, and had told no one.

and here mona was, attempting to escape it all. indra followed her gaze to the unknown tindome, her expression drained of its guarded coldness, her form bled of its defensiveness. she felt that somehow, she could relate -- and said so: "that's kind of what i wanted to do.." she offered an ephemeral smile. "but i can't. my sister back home needs me. where would you go?"