The Tangle when the rain comes down, all the worms come up to breathe

Thuringwethil divulges that indeed, her revenant had returned. Indie grinned a toothy grin and nodded her head in satisfaction, but felt an uncomfortable and unexplained twang within her chest. Very quickly, the vaudevillian chalked the feeling up to the circumstances of their first chance encounter — the dark stranger hadn’t seemed to enjoy her company very much upon that beach... did not engage in her conversations nor experience the delights of praising the ocean in the Nereides guttural tongue. Such an easy dismissal of Indie's colorful presence was so… foreign! And now, since the prodigal fiery woman was home, and with Thuringwethil having no more reason to engage with her, would she soon take her second departure? Maybe if Thuringwethil hadn’t been in the pursuit of someone else, she might have not even stopped to talk with Indie at all. Indie didn’t take rejection well, even a rejection that her own vociferous mind had conjured at that very moment [and even if the rejection was of something so simple as a conversation]… she couldn’t let that happen.

Thankfully Thur offered a segue and Indie’s ear perched upon the town of her silken crown. Perhaps this question about her paw could have been taken as a signal of interest, engagement; but Indie chose to see it as an opportunity for her to try to get Thuringwethil to stay. Nothing good ever happened without a little hard work and elbow grease, now did it? 

Indie grimaced coyly in mock embarrassment — she hadn’t actually thought of her hunting blunder until now, and somewhat hoped Thuringwethil hadn’t seen the actual fall… only the aftermath. But oh well, who didn’t like a little vulnerability? Her audiences always responded well to an authentic sense of vulnerability.  Like so, Indie lifted her paw and inspected it once more. “Hmmm,” she muttered as if she were a doctor herself. Then her moony, golden gaze shot towards Thuringwethil and she stuck out her long feathered limb for the woman to see.  Really, Indie’s dark fur obscured the small amount of blood, and there was one distinct claw missing… but there really wasn’t much to see. Indie hobbled forward on three legs, reaching her arm out towards the stranger  — and hoping that Thuringwethil would step forward for her own assessment.

“Do you think I’ll make it?”