Bearclaw Valley a gentle gossamer wing

indra knew she was behooved to this woman for her actions, however insignificant poet believed them to be. all indra knew was in the time she had stumbled home poet had been one of the first to treat her; she owed her and blondine a great bit and while it was hard to work the courage to admit it, in her heart she knew it to be so.

poet's actions suggested she seemed guilty, though for what, indra did not draw the connection. she offered a brief smile and dipped her head in turn. she followed poet's gaze, though did not attempt to connect their eyesight. "you did something." she replied simply, a roll of her shoulders following. "that is more than most." there was no subtle accusation in her tone, but indra realized after it may have been interpreted that way. quick to push away any interminable or fretful lull in conversation she began to move again. "you already know probably, but i'm indra redleaf.  laurel redleaf is my sister. we came to the valley three months ago." indra's shaky attempt at conversation was made in the hopes she could perhaps learn more of poet - thus far, she knew nothing of the woman save for the familiarization of her sharp features, and that she had been one of the first to tend to her.