Bearclaw Valley atonement so clean, replenishing me

she nodded in agreement at laurel's assessment. in indra's mind, the male gender as a whole dismally sucked. she hated almost all of them. her hatred for them had been slow growing, like some tiny and inoccuous vine -- and then one day, there it was bold as a fly-trap, all spiny leaves and serrated, prickled mouth.

she followed laurel's suit, gently rubbing a shoulder on a passing tree. she was still sore and it affected the animation of her movements. "do you ever think about them?" indra suddenly asked, her tone solemn as she looked to laurel with a twinge of sadness in her gaze.