Bearclaw Valley atonement so clean, replenishing me

indra wanted to take laurel's words to heart: to bind down her wayfaring thoughts and put their existence to the knife. she knew she could not abolish their memory -- not when so much of her life had been built by the throne of ruin.

she smiled then, a weak smile -- but still a smile. "you're right. you're always right." she believed laurel was right - she knew laurel was right - they had been cast aside the second a new and more exciting individual came along. they had been the first, yet were abandoned like forgotten objects - obscured and eclipsed by everyone that just so happened to be lucky enough to come along after them.

kind of like xan, indra would have thought -- except their interaction with xan and the tawny black wolf had yet to transpire -- that wouldn't happen until tomorrow... but tomorrow, indra would start to draw the parallels in their life, and start to think of how similar xan might be to reek -- and how sad life was that indra and laurel would relive the heartbreak their mother had endured.