Cerulean Cape slowly, slowly, i am drifting

indra's frown deepened, though the frown faded as she recognized a sense of acceptance in laurel's features. wyatt had perhaps never been laurel's favorite, and while indra disliked the idea of him being estranged from them, if laurel was fine with it...

she did not want to make a mountain of a molehill.

shrugging off her troubled thoughts with a roll of her slim shoulders, indra simply nodded and was quick to change the subject. "that's good, i guess." she tried to hide the misgiving in her tone, though it was suppressed by frustration on her part that laurel's children consistently evaded them. "so, two down and one more to go?"