Silver Creek i'm a good man, are you a good man, does a good man take you home?

indra inspected this garge caterpillar, watching as it slumped atop the spindly form of the ant. indra took spring's fib at face value -- she had never discovered a lie before, and had no reason not to implicitly trust her leader. with saena gone she was more attached to spring than she had ever been, and with a shrug of her shoulders the little cherub rose and stalked towards spring's leg. "won't worry!" she chimed cheerily, slumping at spring's paws. she looked up to the agouti and tilted her head to the side, one ear flopping.