Bearclaw Valley oh brother, our blood was so thick

indra collected her thoughts as she announced laurel's pregnancy, wondering how the woman would take it -- it seemed everyone tended to have a strong opinion on pregnancy one way or the other, and she carefully set poet in her peripherals as she waited the woman's response.

she was only slightly surprised by poet's blunt observation -- perhaps indra had divulged too much in her tone, or perhaps she was not as stoic as she thought -- either way, it was certainly evident in her voice that laurel's pregnancy troubled her. she offered only the briefest of smiles, unsure how to answer -- she was overjoyed laurel was pregnant, but she was terrified for their future, and the puppy's futures.

"i'm happy for her, i am --" she protested, worried poet would think her some horrid wretch for being unhappy her sister was pregnant: "i just.. worry about our future." she bit her lower lip and added in bitter afterthought: "they'll grow up to be just like us."