Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

indra looked behind him and shuddered, shaking her head as he turned back around to face her. the confusion was plain on his face -- and indra understood it, for had she been born in this gruesome place perhaps even she would have seen the strangeness bled from it. to him, it seemed normal -- to indra, the entrails and skeletons were anything but.

she gesticulated helplessly at said gruesome tokens, but words temporarily failed her. she scrunched up her brow, brought her paw back to her chest, and then looked at the boy again. she did not want to hurt his feelings or inflict doubt upon him, even more so since he had taken a step towards her in such a beseeching manner. "it's that stuff," she frowned, eyeing a splintered bone with distance. "that.. that came from someone, like me or you. maybe someday that would be me, too. that's scary."