Larksong Grotto All my friends are heathens

indra was floored -- no, speechless -- that her commanding attitude was aquiesced. now she fully understood why laurel was so bossy - it was rewarding.

exceedingly so.

she followed him silently, a dark scowl still writ across her features. when they came to a plant she peered delicately at its' leaves, its stem - what made it poisonous? how did it work?

and more importantly, how did one collect it without getting themselves hurt?

she nodded affirmatively, the scowl turning into a self-important leer. "good. grab that, i need it." she swept her rope-like tail upward, hoping he would buy into her guise and oblige her 'request'. his inquiry caused her guise to momentarily slip. who was she? it had been so long since someone asked her, and right now, she hardly knew.

"i'm indra. reek.. hiram's daughter." she admitted, though not without a faint tinge of disappointment. "who're you?" she shifted her petite frame upward, trying to incorporate a semblance of importance into her posture. after all, she was the alpha's daughter.