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

His eyes widened and flew to Indra's face as she recoiled, playing the part of rearing horse quite well. Her disgust was completely understandable to any sane being with a proper upbringing, but it went over his head, as did her affront. He watched curiously, head cocked in a bird-like manner, as she chased down the paw and hoisted it into the air, and he followed after her as she began to move away, still unaware of his father watching quietly from the shadows.

He didn't go too far from the edge of the woods, just far enough to watch her strike the earth. "No person anymore," he called out, observant in his own way, but unsure of how to articulate his thoughts on it. Sure, that was someone once. Sure, they probably deserved to be treated with a little more dignity than being strewn across the borders. He didn't realize this wasn't a customary thing to do, and hadn't yet realized how unnecessary—and foolish—putting on such a display was. Someday, maybe he would understand Indra's reason, if not her sentiment.

"Why?" he asked when she spoke next, he being wholly unfamiliar with the ritual aspects of death, including sending the corpse six feet under.