Larksong Grotto today i finally let go of your infantry

she was too young to be rational, too naive to recognize the heartbreak in her father's voice. she sniveled, her auburn gaze turning to her father's face. she recognized the pain, but it did not soften her -- she was hurting too! he had replaced her and laurel! it wasn't fair. none of it was fair.

she sniffled again, wiping her wet nose with a ragged paw. he said he loved her. indra loved her father -- just as much as she loved laurel -- but right now she could not articulate this. she just blubbered, still stung by the ugly thought that the puppies were going to replace her, were going to demand more of her father's time. he was her dad first! why did they deserve any piece of him?

"no you don't! jhala will never be our mother! and she'll never love us! and she is going to take you from us and she is going to replace us and mom, just like those puppies are!" she cried loudly, childishly. with a dry heaving sob she rose shakily to her feet and ran away crying, feeling more sorry for herself than she really deserved to.