Bearclaw Valley a gentle gossamer wing

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poet's affirmation bolstered the girl's own insecurities about her place in bearclaw, and she afforded poet the rarest of smiles. maybe it was not so bad to be out of place -- maybe that gave the individual a certain outside advantage -- after all, in the eye of the storm, everything seems at rest.

she rejoined with a quiet "goodbye -- and thank you again.. for the tail.." and then made for her own den, content that she had shown her gratitude to the priestess. perhaps in the future, they would both be more at home. indra hoped that would be the case, as she made for laurel's sleeping grounds.