Larksong Grotto for these changes we will confront

indra looked longingly down the slope, missing casmir and spring -- saeana may have been a distant memory, but the lean-cut view of casmir's sharp muzzle and spring's doe-like eyes were not.

but they were not here. reek was here.

she turned her head back to him and for a moment the burn-sienna of her lamb-like eyes met his own. she was astutely aware she had just caused something to crumple in reek's demeanor -- she had eked out some sort of defeat she had not intended.

remorse simmered a little in her heart, and she kept her head bent to the ground as she studied the slender figure of a sleeve of pine needles. "i jus' miss them. casmir and spring and stuff." she looked up from the earth, seeking both the comfort and assurance of her father: "do you ever miss someone so much?"