Bearclaw Valley I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode

indra considered his words; she found no fault or condescension in the way he spoke - not even when he mentioned he looked down upon everything. indra took the statement literally, and wondered what their idyllic valley looked like from hundreds of feet above. she imagined he must see everything different than her, to be able to spot anything from so high up -- the voles must look round and shapely, the wolves and deer oval forms that labored the earth -- the trees must seem conical and not at all the giant monoliths that stood among them.

she couldn't imagine it -- but he described it well enough the redleaf girl had a small idea.

"i'd like that. seeing the sunset twice. can you touch the clouds? what are they like? are they solid and can you stand on them?"

suddenly, indra was  overcome with questions -- the real one being, would he tolerate all of her nosiness for very long?