Silver Creek Rocky Road

indra might have put together the pieces were it not for laurel's grab of her tail. her concentrated frown turned into a wide-eyed look of surprise -- she reared clumsily upright, though laurel's motion toppled her and she fell like a sack of potatoes. this bad reek was forgotten -- but laurel wasn't -- struggling to get up the pudgy child clambered towards laurel with little milk-teeth flashing. despite indra's hot insistence, there was no malice in the motion and if she collided with laurel she would almost instantly crumple.