Meadowlark Prairie rancid dinner with the pope

as the male spoke indra took brief stock of him, of their surroundings - his tone was thick and congested, likely a direct result of the swollen noz he sported. indra's ears were cupped forward in concentration, yet even trying as hard as she did, it was difficult to make out what he was saying.

she spent a few seconds after he finished deciphering his words, digesting them - when she fully pieced apart what "kelled" was her eyes became flinty and she shifted her gaze to him in suspicion. "k..killed someone?" she repeated, her tone significantly less friendly than it was before -- as if she were reiterating some great offense.. in a way, it was a great offense -- just not to her.