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

since we have the other one, i'll fade indra -- feel free to PP for conclusion<3

cool was an understatement -- indra was positively rapt with fascination. the thing was so spindly, so woodlike -- every slow move of its narrow legs seemed deliberate and planned at length. and yet all the same there was a certain grace to it, a humbleness -- indra knew nothing of the words that could have been used to describe the bug, but was all too familiar with the awe it instilled in her.

she watched it intently until it stalked up to a rock -- and then in a sudden flit, skittered off. she stood for some time where she saw the bug last, but when her search yielded nothing she came back to spring. "i'm tired." the girl mumbled, clumsily knocking her droopy eyes with her wrist.